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Hobbs, whose heavy cheeks were of a brick-red tint, almost startled the conclave by a sudden outburst which gave him an apoplectic appearance. "You're too kind'earted, Siddle," he cried. "Wot's the use of talkin' rubbish. We all know where the body was found. We all know that Doris Martin an' Mr. Grant were a'sweet-'eartin' in the garden "
"It was Dale Cottage, it is Hobbs' Lodge now; can't you read?" said the heir of the Hobbs's honours, losing, in contempt at the girl's ignorance, his first impression of sympathy. "And and Mr. Butler, is he gone too?" Poor child! she spoke as if the cottage was gone, not improved; the Ionic portico had no charm for her! "Butler! no such person lives here. Pa, do you know where Mr. Butler lives?"
Mrs Sudberry made no objection; so Mr Sudberry, accompanied by George and Fred, went down to the "dear old river," as they styled it, for the last time. Now it must be known, that, some weeks previous to this time, Hobbs had been allowed by his master to go out for a day's trout-fishing, and Hobbs, failing to raise a single fin, put on a salmon fly in reckless desperation.
No one revealed the slightest sign of apprehension arising from the mysterious demonstration in which nature had taken a hand. Truxton King was holding forth, with cynical good humour, for the benefit, if not the edification of Baron Dangloss, with whom he rode Mr. Hobbs galloping behind not unlike the faithful Sancho of another Quixote's day. "It's all tommy-rot, Baron," said Truxton.
My country is at war, and I must be there. As God hears me, I am off to-day now." "Me, too!" said Knight with a shout. "I'm going with you, sir," said little Harry Hobbs, ranging himself beside Barry. "Count me in," said Tom Fielding quietly. "I have a wife and three kids, but " "My God!" gasped Duff. "My wife." His face went white. He had not yet fully adjusted himself to the fact of war.
Whenever he heard an audience casting doubts on his authenticity as a genuine member of the monkey family, he work up a spluttering dispute with Ammonia and the battle was so realistic that it dispelled all doubts. "Well I'm jiggered." murmured Mr. Ivo Hobbs. "I could have sworn he was a fake."
He told Hobbs to go to the devil and Hobbs repeated the injunction, with especial heat, to the boots, when he bumped his head in hauling them out of the trunk. Whereupon R. Schmidt said to Hobbs: "Good for you. Hobbs. Go on, please. Don't mind me. It was quite a thump, wasn't it?"
The whole family were out upon this occasion, including Mrs Brown, Hobbs, and Peter. The delicate Tilly was also there, and to her Master Jacky devoted himself with an assiduity worthy of even a good boy.
In profound silence, too, they left their compartment and passed through the station, into the quiet, sun-drenched streets of the seaport, Hobbs hovering solicitously in the offing. Without comment or visible relief of mind they were aware that their fears had been without apparent foundation; they saw no sign of Calendar, Stryker or Mulready.
Suddenly an immense herd of buffalo, containing at least two thousand, dashed by the boys, filling the air with the dust raised by their clattering hoofs, and right behind them rode a hundred Indians, shooting at the stampeded animals with their arrows. "Get into that ravine!" shouted Hobbs to his companion. "Throw away that meat, and run for your life!"
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