"Sar!" replied Cyd, exploding the word as though he had been a member of Monsieur Crapeau's class in French elementary sounds, and with a start which seemed to shake every fibre in his wiry frame. "Do you know where my boxing gloves are?" "Yes, Massa Archy; in de gym-shum," answered Cyd, again exhibiting his ivories, for the case began to look slightly hopeful. "In the what?" demanded Archy, a languid smile appearing upon his face. "In de gym-shum," said Cyd, taking advantage of this faint smile, and exploding the two syllables with all the vigor of a pair of healthy lungs. "In the gymnasium, you black rascal!" "Yes, Massa Archy, dem's um----in de gym----shum. Dat's jes what I say, massa----in de gym-shum." "Go up and get them; and mind you don't keep me waiting all day," continued Archy, who was not equal to the effort of making the boy pronounce the word correctly. Cyd darted off with a speed that promised the best results. "I feel stupid to-day, and I think a bout with the gloves will do me good," yawned Archy, with a hideous gape, as he stretched himself at full length upon the velvet cushions, with his feet hanging out over the water. "Perhaps it would, sir," replied Dandy, to whom the remark was supposed to be addressed. "We will go down to Green Point," added he. "Yes, sir." The conversation ended here, the young magnate of Redlawn closing his eyes and gaping by turns for the next ten minutes, till Cyd, puffing like a grampus, appeared on the steps. "Here's de glubs, Massa Archy," said he, as he handed them to the attentive coxswain. "Where's the other pair, you black rascal?" roared Archy, springing up from his recumbent posture. "I only fotched ober de one pair, massa," replied Cyd, with an exceedingly troubled expression. "Cyd, you are a fool!" "Yes, Massa Archy," answered the black boy, who seemed to be perfectly willing to grant the position. "What do you suppose I want of one pair of gloves!" continued Archy, angrily, as he seized one of the oars, and aimed a blow at the head of the culprit, which, however, Cyd was expert enough to dodge. "Go and get the other pair; and if you are gone half as long as you were before, I'll have you flogged." The eye of Dandy kindled for a moment,--for the same blood flowed in the veins of both,--as he listened to the brutal words of his young master. "That boy is a fool!" said Archy, as he settled down into his reclining posture again. "He needs a whipping to sharpen his understanding."