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He's within there. Festus flung his forehead in the direction of a right line towards the inner apartment. 'He's a regular sniche one. 'Hee, hee; fie, fie, Master Derriman! said Cripplestraw, shaking his head in delighted censure. 'Gentlefolks shouldn't talk so. And an officer, Mr. Derriman!
'What stock has uncle lost this year, Cripplestraw? 'Well, let's see, sir. I can call to mind that we've lost three chickens, a tom-pigeon, and a weakly sucking-pig, one of a fare of ten. I can't think of no more, Maister Derriman. 'H'm, not a large quantity of cattle. The old rascal! 'No, 'tis not a large quantity. Old what did you say, sir? 'O nothing.
'You can't think how strange I feel here, Cripplestraw, he continued, laying his hand upon the centre buttons of his waistcoat. 'How I do wish I was only the surgeon! He slowly mounted, and Uncle Benjy, in the meantime, sang to himself as he looked on, 'Twen-ty-three and half from N.W. Six-teen and three- quar-ters from N.E. 'What's that old mummy singing? said Festus savagely.
His fellows displayed him much as one would a 'freak' in a dime museum. 'You have got a silver plate let into yer head, haven't ye, corp'el? said Anthony Cripplestraw. 'I have heard that the way they mortised yer skull was a beautiful piece of workmanship. Perhaps the young woman would like to see the place.
An hour later Cripplestraw shambled again into the passage, on the same errand. 'Maister's very poorly, and he hopes that you'll come, Mis'ess Anne. He wants to see 'ee very particular about the French. Anne would have gone in a moment, but for the fear that some one besides the farmer might encounter her, and she answered as before. Another hour passed, and the wheels of a vehicle were heard.
Now, Maister Derriman, once more I ask ye to cast off that first haughty wish to rush to Budmouth, and to go where your mis'ess is defenceless and alone. 'I will, Cripplestraw, now you put it like that! 'Thank ye, thank ye heartily, Maister Derriman. Go now and hide with her. 'But can I? Now, hang flattery! can a man hide without a stain?
'But sometimes there are false alarms? 'Well, sir, yes. There was a pretended sally o' gunboats last year. 'And was there nothing else pretended something more like this, for instance? Cripplestraw shook his head. 'I notice yer modesty, Mr. Festus, in making light of things. But there never was, sir. You may depend upon it he's come.
'I believe the old gentleman is in love with you, Anne, said her mother. 'Why couldn't he drive down himself to see me? Anne inquired of Cripplestraw. 'He wants you at the house, please. 'Is Mr. Festus with him? 'No; he's away to Budmouth. 'I'll go, said she. 'And I may come and meet you? said Bob. 'There's my letter what shall I do about that? she said, instead of answering him.
We shall be away in a safe place, guarding the possessions and jewels. Now, can you see, Cripplestraw, any way at all that the yeomanry can be put in front? Do you think they really can? 'Well, maister, I am afraid I do, said the cheering Cripplestraw. 'And I know a great warrior like you is only too glad o' the chance. 'Twill be a great thing for ye, death and glory!
By this time the yeomanry of the district were also on the move, and among them Festus Derriman, who was sleeping at his uncle's, and had been awakened by Cripplestraw. About the time when Bob and his father were descending from the beacon the stalwart yeoman was standing in the stable- yard adjusting his straps, while Cripplestraw saddled the horse.
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