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He said I might go if I liked, and I asked for Coker and Coggs to come too; because there was something I wanted to tell them, very important, and I have told them, haven't I, Corny?" Coggs growled sulkily; Coker gave a tragic groan, and said: "I don't care when you tell, Chawner. Do it to-night if you like. Let's talk about something else.
You've kicked me more than once, and your handkerchief, unless I am very much mistaken, had the biggest and the hardest knot in it yesterday. If that gives you the right to interfere and dictate to me now, like your amiable friend, Master Chawner, I suppose you have it." "Now you're angry," said Biddlecomb humbly; "I don't wonder at it.
Chawner, of course, no more guessed Paul's true name and nature than anyone else who had come in contact with him in his impenetrable disguise, and his motive for attempting to prevent an interview with the Doctor can only, I fear, be explained by another slight digression.
He pleaded most forcibly for freedom, and when he found his captor was dead to any sporting appeal, he grew personal and young Borlase soon found that he was up against it. At first Chawner roared with laughter. "By the holy smoke," he said, "I'm in luck, Sam!
Aren't you going to speak to me?" Paul growled something indistinctly, feeling strangely uncomfortable and confused. "What's the matter with him?" asked Chawner. "Does anyone know? Has he lost his tongue?" "He hadn't lost it coming down in the train," said Coker: "I wish he had. I tell you what, you fellows He here's Grim at last! I'll tell you all about it up in the bedroom." And Dr.
Pete picked up the county paper, which happened to be lying on the floor. He read aloud, in a sing-song drawl "'We are greatly honoured by the presence amongst us of Professor Adam Chawner, the eminent surgeon and pathologist " "How's that?" demanded Dan. "Surgeon an' path ologist." "What's path ologist?" Pete expectorated a contempt for ignorance which he was too polite to put into words.
"I'll back myself to run him any day," put in Coggs. "So will I," added Chawner. "Well, is it agreed?" Paul asked anxiously. "Will you try?" "All right," said Chawner. "You must give us a start to the next lamp-post, though. You stay here, and when we're ready we'll say 'off'!" They drew a line on the path with their feet to mark Paul's starting point, and went on to the next lamp.
Sam licked his hands and drew his truncheon, and then the moon shone on the face before him and the light of battle died out of his eyes. For there was Chawner Green, with a fur cap made of a weasel skin drawed down over his head and the moonshine leaving no doubt as to his identity. Chawner stood a moment and peeped down the road to see if the policeman was gone on his way.
He freely forgave all his tormentors, even Chawner for had not Chawner procured his release? and he closed his eyes at last with a smile of Sybaritic satisfaction and gentle longing for the Monday's dawn to break. And yet some, after his experiences, would have had their misgivings. A Respite "Discipulorum inter jubeo plorare cathedras." Blithe and gay was Mr.
Twenty minutes past; Chawner and the others might return at any moment a ring at the bell; they were there! all was over now no, he was saved, that was Dr. Grimstone's voice in the hall what an unconscionable time he was taking off his greatcoat and gloves. But all comes to the man who waits. In another moment the Doctor looked in, singled out Mr.
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