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"'This 'ere's th' las' test o' yer courage, says a man, says he; 'few comes here alive 'n' sound es you be. Ye wus a doomed man. Ye 'd hev been shot at daylight, but we gin ye a chance fer yer life. So fur ye 've proved yerself wuthy. Ef ye hold yer courage, ye may yit live. Ef ye flinch, ye 'll land in heaven. Ef yer life is spared, remember how we honor courage.
"Well, well!" said Miss Roxy, who had taken the sobbing fair one in her lap, "you know, Mis' Kittridge, this 'ere's a kind o' pet lamb, an old-folks' darling, and things be with her as they be, and we can't make her over, and she's such a nervous little thing we mustn't cross her." Saying which, she proceeded to dress the child in her own clothes.
He surveyed the trees with a keen blue eye and fingered the gun on his knee. "I don't like this killing, Kitty," he said. "It's like Kurt said about being blooded. Seems to me you got to be blooded young.... If that Prince 'ad come up to me and said, 'Shake 'ands! I'd 'ave shook 'ands.... Now 'ere's that other chap, dodging about!
"No," shouted Lord Arden. "Come down, Beale, and get a lantern. There must have been an accident." The bedroom window showed a square of light, and Lord Arden below heard Beale blundering about above. "'Ere's your coat," Mrs. Beale's voice sounded; "never mind lacing up of your boots. You orter gone a bit of the way with 'im."
All this I remarked before I took notice of him who had intercepted me, and demanded what he wanted. "Hey, Bill!" he cried with an oath to a man who stood on the steps opposite; "'ere's a soft un as has put 'is gill in." The man responded, and behind him came two more of the same feather, and suddenly I found myself surrounded by an ill-smelling crowd of flashy men and tawdry women.
"That's the paragraph, Sir," said the old gardener, giving the paper to John. " 'Ere's a little lady that is fond of flowers, if I don't make a mistake; this is somebody I've not seen before? Is this the little lady Miss h'Ellen was telling me about." "I presume so," said John. "She is Miss Ellen Montgomery a sister of mine, Mr. Hutchinson, and Mr. Marshman's guest."
"But that isn't possible," he said, after thinking a moment. "They called me that sometimes, back back " "At the Orph'nige, eh? 'Oo called you that? The Doctor? No," said Tilda hurriedly, as he halted with a shiver, "don't look be'ind; 'e's not anywhere near. An' as for the Good Samaritan, you're wrong about that, too; for 'ere's the Good Samaritan!" She pointed at the building, and he stared.
'Ere's a feller bin an got out o' Bedlam, a larfin' at nothink fit to burst hisself!" So Willie resumed his walk with a chuckle that fully confirmed the member of the black brigade in his opinion. He went home chuckling and went to bed chuckling, without informing his mother of the cause of his mirth.
"Why," asked Drake, "what are you going to do, Bob, with bullets and buckshot?" Clump was down on his knees in the closet, overhauling the tool-box he had spoken of. "Well, Drake, I'll tell you if Clump finds the articles," I answered. "Have you got any, Clump?" "Yah, Massa, 'ere's a han'ful."
Bill, as I say, was a merry sort, always ready wi' a joke, and that's apt to get a man friends, and they searched for 'im 'igh and low, but neither 'ide nor 'air o' poor Bill did they find. At last, one evenin' I 'appened to pass the big oak the 'oller oak, and mindin' Bill's words, thinks I 'ere's to see if 'tis empty as Bill said.
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