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Peewits screamed and hovered over land that seemed to grow little but rushes and water-grasses, with occasional heather. The ground poached and splashed as he went; worst of all, time was nearly up. In vain Sponge strained his eyes in search of Dundleton Tower. In vain he fancied every high, sky-line-breaking place in the distance was the much-wished-for spot.
Dundleton Tower was no more a tower than it was a town, and would seem to have been christened by the rule of contrary, for it was nothing but a great flat open space, without object or incident to note it. Sponge, however, was not destined to see it.
'Why, you see, exclaimed Jack, 'the first time you came out with our hounds at Dundleton Tower, you'll remember or rather, the first time we saw you, when your horse ran away with you somebody, Fyle, I think it was, said you were a literary cove; and Puff, catchin' at the idea, has never been able to get rid of it since: and the fact is, he'd like to be flattered he'd be uncommonly pleased if you were to "soft sawder" him handsomely.
Jawleyford, thoughtfully, 'to-morrow they don't hunt to-morrow not one of their days next day. Scrambleford Green Scrambleford Green no, no, I'm wrong Dundleton Tower Dundleton Tower. 'How far is that from here? asked Mr. Sponge. 'Oh, ten miles say ten miles, replied Mr. Jawleyford. It was sometimes ten, and sometimes fifteen, depending upon whether Mr. Jawleyford wanted the party to go or not.
I dare say they haven't been out to-day, and it'll do them good. So saying, Mr. Sponge left his valuable servant to do the best he could for himself. Having returned to the music-room, with the aid of an old county map Mr. Sponge proceeded to trace his way to Dundleton Tower; aided, or rather retarded, by Mr. Jawleyford, who kept pointing out all sorts of difficulties, till, if Mr.
Finding that he had ridden the hack up, he desired Leather to leave him there. 'Tell the groom I must have him put up, said Sponge; 'and you ride the chestnut on in the morning. How far is it to Dundleton Tower? asked he. 'Twelve or thirteen miles, they say, from here, replied Leather; 'nine or ten from Lucksford.
'The rivers are all swollen, and the low grounds under water; besides, my dear fellow, consider the distance consider the distance; sixteen miles, if it's a yard. 'What, Dundleton Tower! exclaimed Sponge, recollecting that Jawleyford had said it was only ten the night before. 'Sixteen miles, and bad road, replied Jawleyford.
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