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By cob's body, cried Panurge, 'tis broken, or cracked at least, not to tell a lie for the matter; for even so do crystal bottles speak in our country when they burst near the fire. Bacbuc arose, and gently taking Panurge under the arms, said, Friend, offer your thanks to indulgent heaven, as reason requires.
Mark's heart beat a little faster, and he nipped his cob's sides; but the patient animal would not alter its steady walk, which was at about the same rate as the fisher's, and consequently Mark had to sit and watch his enemy's back, as, unconscious of his presence, Ralph trudged on homeward, with one arm across his back to ease up the creel, which was fairly heavy with the delicate burden of grayling it contained, the result of a very successful day.
Try to find the Dragon Fly it ought to be easy to trace. I can think of no other way. Only, don't lose a moment." The new detective had gone, and a moment later Jamieson went rapidly down the drive, the cob's feet striking fire at every step. Louise stood looking after them. When she turned around she faced Gertrude, who stood indignant, almost tragic, in the hall.
For a second his wonderful wings beat and beat tremendously, frenziedly, with a noise you could hear all up the hill; then he fell back in one demented, frenzied mix up of bashing, smashing pinions, legs, tail, and whirling feathers. That clash, which had jarred Cob's frame from head to hind-toe, was a trap, alias a gin, alias a clam, and the rack of man's Inquisition of the wild.
"We will do this, at all events," said Bart, pressing his cob's sides with his heels; and he cantered on, for the face of the mountain was now so perpendicular and smooth that there was no difficulty in determining its safety at a glance.
Then the raven sharpened the gouge thing which he called his beak wheep-wheep upon a stone, as birds do, and tightened his feathers, as if almost visibly tucking up his sleeves for well, for the job. Then he tweaked Cob's tail, apparently just to see how much alive he was. But Cob did not move, beyond drawing one webbed leg the free one up under him.
More deep lanes, more high, open, windy spaces, more silent cottages, more rough stones, and always the measured fall of the cob's feet and the continued shining and throbbing of the stars overhead. At last, far away ahead, on the top of a high incline, he caught sight of a solitary point of ruddy fire, which presently disappeared.
Pacey is now going to what he calls 'compare' see that he has got his bets booked right; and, throwing his right leg over his cob's neck, he blobs on to the ground; and, leaving the pony to take care of itself, disappears in the crowd. What a hubbub! what roarings, and shoutings, and recognizings! 'Bless my heart! who'd have thought of seeing you? and, 'By jingo! what's sent you here?
Then the raven dug him under the wing punched him in the ribs, so to speak. But Cob did nothing more than cringe cringe from head to hind-toe, like a worm. Then suddenly, startlingly suddenly, with the full stroke, the dreaded pickax blow, of all the ravens, he let drive straight at Cob's clear, shining eye the left one, with which Cob, with his head twisted, had all along been regarding him.
"But s'pose the Darleys fight you, Master Mark?" "They will not, Dummy," cried Mark. "Let go." And pressing the cob's sides, the little animal bounded over the narrow bridge, and would have galloped in a break-neck fashion down the steep zigzag but for the strong hand at the rein.
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