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Here's the man," he wound up as Sam Bossom's honest face appeared in the doorway. "Good morning, Mr. Bossom." Miss Sally held out a hand. "I'm proud to make your acquaintance." "Thank ye, ma'am." Sam looked at the hand, but rubbed his own up and down the seat of his trousers. "What for, if it's not makin' too bold?" "The lady here," explained Mr.
To him it was a marvellous place; and somewhere it held his secret the secret of the Island. "Talkin' of beer," said Tilda, "we mustn' forget Sam Bossom. At the 'Red Cow, he said." "But that won't be till evening," the Fat Lady warned her. "And meantime what am I to do with you. You can't hide here all day: for one reason, I got to get up and dress.
Mortimer saluted him. Rising from the steps of the caravan, he rubbed a hand down his trouser-leg and extended it. "Permit me to grasp, sir, the horny palm of self-improvement. A scholar in humble life! and as your delicacy in this small matter of the saucepan sufficiently attests one of Nature's gentlemen to boot! I prophesy that you will go far, Mr. Bossom. May I inquire what books you thumb?"
"Look 'ere," he added, "if you get in trouble along o' this, I'm willin' to stand in for my share. Sam Bossom's my name employ of Hucks, Canal End Basin. If they lag you for this, you just refer 'em to Sam Bossom, employ of Hucks everyone knows Hucks; an' I'll tell 'em well, darned if I know what I'll tell 'em, unless that we was all under the influence o' drink."
It seemed to Tilda, although here were meadows and clean waterflags growing by the brink, and a wide sky all around, that yet this ugly smoke hung on their wake and threatened them. "Why are we stoppin'?" she demanded again, as Sam Bossom, with a hurried if friendly nod, resumed his calculations. "And four is fifteen, and fifteen is one-an'-three," said he.
"Clear?" Sam nodded. "Barrin', o' course, the bill for to-night's board an' lodgin'." " Up to date 'e 'as paid S. Bossom over six pound, and 'as picked up with an engagement 'ere. Dear sir, you will see there's no risk, and S. Bossom will stay 'ere a week an' collect the balance." "The Lord forbid!" Sam protested, laying down his pen. "I'd like to know oo's writin' this letter you or me?"
The coals, as he knew though he did not propose to tell the Doctor, at any rate just yet had been delivered by Sam Bossom. Of complicity in any such plot as this Sam was by nature incapable. On the other hand, Sam was just the fellow to help a couple of children out of mere kindness of heart. Mr. Hucks decided to have a talk with Sam before committing himself.
The superphosphates especially are er potent. And, by one of those coincidences we meet, perhaps, oftener than we note, Mr. Tench's initial is 'S' standing for Samuel." Mr. Mortimer extracted an egg from his basket and rubbed it with his bandanna thoughtfully before passing it down to his wife. "So you've been an' ordered the bills too?" murmured Mr. Bossom.
"I shan't," repeated Tilda. "Oh, Mr. Bossom, you won't let them! They're strong, I know . . . but he's got a knife that he took when Mr. Mortimer's back was turned, and if they try to drag 'im back to that Orph'nige " "Stuff and nonsense!" Mr. Hucks interrupted. "Who talked about handin' him back? Not me." "Then you won't?" "I'm not sayin' that, neither.
"Which," he added, looking up as one who would stand no contradiction, "is the 'alf of two-an'-six . . . You'll excuse me, missy, but business first an' pleasure afterwards. We're stoppin' here for the day." "For the day?" echoed Tilda, with a dismayed look astern. "An' we've on'y come this far!" "Pretty good goin', I should call it," Mr. Bossom assured her cheerfully.
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