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"Gentlemen," said the captain, after a pause, and with very much the air of a chairman opening a board meeting, "we're sold." Huish broke out in laughter. "Well, if this ain't the 'ighest old rig!" he cried. "And Dyvis 'ere, who thought he had got up so bloomin' early in the mornin'! We've stolen a cargo of spring water! O, my crikey!" and he squirmed with mirth.
"Crikey!" said Bert, overwhelmed. "I peg your pardon?" "Jest a twinge," said Bert, raising his hand to his bandaged head. "Ah! Also I am instructed to say that as for that noble, unrightly accused laty you haf championed so brafely against Pritish hypocrisy and coldness, all ze chivalry of Chermany is on her site." "Lady?" said Bert faintly, and then recalled the great Butteridge love story.
Gully obeyed; and was so careful lest his descent should shake the earth and awake the doctor, that his feet shrank from the concussion. He alighted in a sitting posture, and remained there, looking up at Cashel with a stunned expression. "Crikey!" he ejaculated, presently. "That was a buster." "Get up, I tell you," said Cashel. "I never saw such a jolly ass as you are. Here, up with you!
And beside them sat a big, bony, healthy individual, whose face was shaded by a broad hat, yet not sufficiently shaded to hide the wide grins which crossed it and denoted the utmost merriment. He was rubbing his two big, strong hands together, laughing, chuckling, and gazing every moment out of the window. "My hat! My uncle! Crikey!" he exclaimed; "but that has really done it!
'Oh, yes, whispered Cyril, in miserable derision, 'WE'RE all right, of course. So we are! Oh, yes! If we'd only GOT the charm. Then Robert saw, and he murmured, 'Crikey! at the foot of the throne of Babylon; while Cyril hoarsely whispered the plain English fact 'Jane's got the charm round her neck, you silly cuckoo. 'Crikey! Robert repeated in heart-broken undertones.
"That's something to put the fear of God into a man," said Macbeth, as the volley rolled into distance. "My crikey! But I've heard say, mister, that the thunder is the voice of the wrath of God." "I'm sure it is," I replied. "Sounds like it anyhow. I wonder if that there chap with the cart has got the young woman under cover. She'll be scared out of her life. Eh, but isn't it dark?
There was also a zinc locker, but he was unable to negotiate the padlock of this. "Shan't starve," said Bert, "for a bit, anyhow." He sat on the vendor's seat and regaled himself with biscuits and milk, and felt for a moment quite contented. "Quite restful," he muttered, munching and glancing about him restlessly, "after what I been through. "Crikey! WOT a day! Oh! WOT a day!"
It will be readily supposed that I accepted his invitation; and returned home to make a toilette worthy of her I was to meet and the good news of which I was the bearer. The toilette, I have reason to believe, was a success. Mr. Rowley dismissed me with a farewell: "Crikey! Mr. Anne, but you do look prime!"
"Lately arrived" this is what I suddenly stumbled on "at Dumbreck's Hotel, the Viscount of Saint-Yves." "Rowley," said I. "If you please, Mr. Anne, sir," answered the obsequious, lowering his pipe. "Come and look at this, my boy," said I, holding out the paper. "My crikey!" said he. "That's 'im, sir, sure enough!" "Sure enough, Rowley," said I. "He's on the trail. He has fairly caught up with us.
My Crikey! that night was enough for me.... I was in earnest at first though; and when I was baptised and anointed, I intended to have gone out to the settlement in America." "What do you object to in the Church of England?" "Oh! I don't pay much attention to these matters. I like a good man, no matter what church he belongs to.
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