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Updated: June 4, 2025
The box was carried upstairs and put under old Mr. Walker's bed, and 'e was so partikler about its being locked, and about nobody being about when 'e opened it, that Mrs. Walker went arf out of her mind with curiosity. "I s'pose you've looked to see that Bob Pretty didn't take anything out of it?" ses Henery Walker. "He didn't 'ave the chance," ses the old gentleman. "It's always kep' locked."
"Sit down." Joseph Poorgrass, in the background twitched, and his lips became dry with fear of some terrible consequences, as he saw Bathsheba summarily speaking, and Henery slinking off to a corner. "Now the next. Laban Tall, you'll stay on working for me?" "For you or anybody that pays me well, ma'am," replied the young married man.
He called for a pot o' ale and drank it nearly off, and then 'e sat gasping and 'olding the mug between 'is legs and shaking 'is 'ead at the floor till everybody 'ad left off talking to look at 'im. "'Wot's the matter, Henery? ses one of 'em. "'Don't ask me, ses Henery Walker, with a shiver. "'You don't mean to say as 'ow you've seen the tiger?" ses Bill Chambers.
"Yes," said Joseph, "and I was sitting at home, looking for Ephesians, and says I to myself, ''Tis nothing but Corinthians and Thessalonians in this danged Testament, when who should come in but Henery there: 'Joseph, he said, 'the sheep have blasted theirselves " With Bathsheba it was a moment when thought was speech and speech exclamation.
Henery Walker began to talk about Australey then, and asked 'im 'ow many sheep he'd got, and the words was 'ardly out of 'is mouth afore the old gentleman stood up and said he was arter his money ag'in. Henery Walker at once gave 'im some more gin and beer, and arter he 'ad drunk it the old gentleman said that he'd go and live with 'im for a little while to see 'ow he liked it.
Walker, putting down 'is teacup. "I took 'em round this morning and give 'em to Bob Pretty." "Give 'em to Bob Pretty?" ses Henery Walker, arf choking. "Wot for?" "'Cos he asked me for 'em," ses the old gentleman. "Wot are you looking at me like that for?" Henery couldn't answer 'im, and the old gentleman, looking very fierce, got up from the table and told Mrs. Walker to give 'im his hat.
"'Did you see the tiger? ses Bill Chambers. "'See it? ses the tramp, with a shiver. 'Oh, Lord! "He made signs for more brandy, and Henery Walker, wot was acting as landlord, without being asked, gave it to 'im. "'It chased me for over a mile, ses the tramp; 'my 'eart's breaking. "He gave a groan and fainted right off.
They made so much fun of 'im the next night that Bob turned sulky and went off 'ome, and for two or three nights he 'ardly showed his face; and the next shoot they 'ad he went off to Wickham and nobody saw 'im all day. That very day Henery Walker was shot.
"He knew your father," ses Bob Pretty, "and he didn't want to take no risks." They 'ad words then, and arter that every time Bob Pretty met 'im he asked arter his great-uncle's 'ealth, and used to pretend to think 'e was living with 'im. "You ought to get the old gentleman out a bit more, Henery," he would say; "it can't be good for 'im to be shut up in the 'ouse so much especially your 'ouse."
Everybody was shouting his 'ardest, and the on'y quiet one there was Bob Pretty 'imself. "Poor Henery; he's gorn mad," he ses, shaking his 'ead. "You're a murderer," ses Ralph Thomson, shaking 'is fist at him. "Henery Walker's gorn mad," ses Bob agin. "Why, I ain't been near the place. There's a dozen men'll swear that I was at Wickham each time these misfortunate accidents 'appened."
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