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"Does this hole go far in?" he asked, after a fruitless poking about with the stick. "Ay, a long way. More'n a hundred yards," returned Bevan. "Well, I'll have a look at it." Saying which Gashford pushed the light as far in as he could reach, and then, taking a bowie-knife between his teeth, attempted to follow. We say attempted, because he was successful only in a partial degree.
'Come on! cried Hugh, striding towards the door. 'Dennis Barnaby come on! 'Where? To do what? said Gashford, slipping past him, and standing with his back against it. 'Anywhere! Anything! cried Hugh. 'Stand aside, master, or the window will serve our turn as well. Let us out! 'Ha ha ha!
I know that as well as if I had seen him do it. But I'll hunt him down and have it out of him with interest; with interest, mark you if I should have to go to the ends o' the 'arth to find him." Without another word Gashford thrust the revolver into his pocket, flung aside the tent curtain, and strode away.
'Her collection goes on prosperously, and is pursued with fervour. Has her husband joined? 'A malignant, returned the secretary, folding up his papers. 'Unworthy such a wife. He remains in outer darkness and steadily refuses. 'The consequences be upon his own head! Gashford! 'My lord!
Still, no man left the ground, not even of those who were so distressed; still Lord George, streaming from every pore, went on with Gashford; and still Barnaby and his mother followed close behind them.
'Fevers are never at their height at once. They must get on by degrees. 'I would have you, said Gashford, pinching his arm with such malevolence that his nails seemed to meet in the skin; 'I would have you put some meaning into your work. Fools! Can you make no better bonfires than of rags and scraps? Can you burn nothing whole? 'A little patience, master, said Hugh.
'Was there ever, said Dennis, looking round the room, when the echo of his boisterous voice bad died away; 'was there ever such a game boy! Why, I mean to say, brothers, that if Muster Gashford had gone a hundred mile and got together fifty men of the common run, they wouldn't have been worth this one.
Here they kindled a large fire, the bright sparks from which, rising above the tree-tops, soon attracted the attention of the other parties, so that, ere long, the whole band of pursuers was gathered to the spot. Gashford was the last to come up.
Gashford was the last to come up, with the exception of Paddy Flinders. The bully came forward, fuming with rage, and strode up to Fred Westly with a threatening look. "You were at the bottom of this!" he cried, doubling his huge fist. "It was you who cut the rope, for no mortal man could have untied it!" "Indeed I did not!" replied Fred, with a steady but not defiant look.
Slight as the motion was, however, Gashford observed it, for the fire-light shone brightly on Tom's recumbent figure. "Lie still, there!" he cried, sternly. Tom lay perfectly still, and the Irishman continued his story.
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