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Why, it's like this as far as I'm concerned, I'd just put a postage-stamp on you and ship you off by yourselves I'd know you'd turn up all right of yourselves at the other end! That's me; but of course, we has to foller the regulations; so there you are!" And the ruddy youngster stretched his herculean limbs and grinned, as who should say, "Cuffs! Hell! What d'yer know about that?
'Ow d'yer know? 'She's been tellin' people in the street. 'Go' lumme, said Jim, furious, 'if she dares ter touch a 'air of your 'ead, swop me dicky I'll give 'er sich a 'idin' as she never 'ad before! By God, give me the chanst, an' I would let 'er 'ave it; I'm bloomin' well sick of 'er sulks! He clenched his fist as he spoke. Liza was a coward.
"What d'yer do it for then?" "Oh, bother!" said Mr. Fotheringay. "Bother indeed! D'yer know that stick hurt? What d'yer do it for, eh?" For the moment Mr. Fotheringay could not think what he had done it for. His silence seemed to irritate Mr. Winch. "You've been assaulting the police, young man, this time. That's what you done." "Look here, Mr. Winch," said Mr.
"What do you mean? Did you get behind them?" "We got down by their holes. Saw 'em come out, you know, and tried to cut 'em off. They lolloped out like rabbits. We ran down and let fly. They ran about wild after our first shot and suddenly came at us. Went for us." "How many?" "Six or seven." Cossar led the way to the edge of the pine-wood and halted. "D'yer mean they got Flack?" asked some one.
The wretched creature looked up into "Cobbler" Horn's face, and "Cobbler" Horn recognised him as a formerly respectable neighbour of his own. "Richard," he cried, catching the man by the arm, "don't go in there!" "Shall if I like, Thomas," said the man, thickly, recognising "Cobbler" Horn in turn. "D'yer think 'cause ye're rich, yer has right t' say where I shall go in, and where I shan't go in?"
This was too much; and recovering himself Dexter was about to dash at his assailant when he stopped short, for an idea that seemed incontrovertible struck him so sharply that it drove away all thought of the brutal blow he had received. "I know, Bob," he cried. "Know? What d'yer know?" "Where the boat is." "Yer do?" "Yes: that man followed us and took it away."
He stared for a minute or two as though he had been blasted by a stroke of lightning. The other three fellows then saw the beast, and if there was any drink in their heads the fumes of it flew out at that sight, and left them sober men. Their postures were full of wild surprise and terror whilst they gazed. Old Bunk roared: "Has he killed the boy, d'yer say?"
"Vy d'yer whisper?" asked Donkin with interest, "can't yer speak up?" Jimmy looked annoyed and said nothing for a while; then in a lifeless, unringing voice: "Why should I shout? You ain't deaf that I know." "Oh! I can 'ear right enough," answered Donkin in a low tone, and looked down. He was thinking sadly of going out when Jimmy spoke again.
Dexter started, and looked at him indignantly so angrily, in fact, that Bob grinned. "Yer needn't look like that," he said. "If I forgives yer, and begins to talk to yer, what more d'yer want!" Dexter turned away, and looked out of the window. "There's a sulky one!" said Bob, with a coarse laugh; and as he spoke it was as if he were appealing to old Dan'l and Peter in turn. "He would do it.
"One of 'em was on to him." "Didn't you shoot?" "Now could I?" "Every one loaded?" said Cossar over his shoulder. There was a confirmatory movement. "But Flack " said one. "D'yer mean Flack " said another. "There's no time to lose," said Cossar, and shouted "Flack!" as he led the way. The whole force advanced towards the rat-holes, the man who had run away a little to the rear.
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