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"Yes, and we're going to find out too," cried one rough-looking fellow standing forward. "How do we know as it warn't you?" "Me!" cried Hickathrift, staring blankly. "Ay, yow," roared the great rough-looking fellow, a man not far short of the wheelwright's size. "We've heered all on you a going on and pecking about the dree-ern being made.
Hickathrift, who had watched all the proceedings, heard these words; and as the two lads trudged home beside him, with the squire and Farmer Tallington in front, he told them all that had been said. Dick said nothing, but Tom fired up and exclaimed angrily, while the wheelwright kept on talking quietly to the former. "Niver yow mind, lad; we don't think you shot at him.
The fire seemed to leap up suddenly with a great flash as if to enlighten the great fellow's understanding, but he did not grasp the situation for a few moments, till his wife, as she bemoaned the loss of a paste-board and a flour-tub, suddenly exclaimed: "It's them sperrits of the fen as has done it all." "Ay, so it be!" roared Hickathrift. "Ay!
Light a lanthorn, some one, and put in a spare candle. You'll go with me, Hickathrift?" "Ay, squire, to the end of the world, if thou bids me; but I tell ye " He stopped short. "Well, what, man? Here, drink!" "Efter yow, squire," said the big fellow sturdily. "I tell ye that no mortal man, nor no two men, couldn't take that punt across to Grimsey in the dark to-night.
But Solomon a name, by the way, which was given him originally from its resemblance to "Solemn-un," the latter having been applied to him by Hickathrift refused to hold still.
"Why, it's gone right through, mother," whispered the squire, shaking his head as he applied sponge and cold water to the bleeding wounds. "And doctor says there's veins and artrys, mester," said Hickathrift, huskily. "One's bad and t'other's worse. Which is it, mester?" "I hope and believe there is no artery touched," said the squire; "but we must run no risk.
This charge was so serious that, as a matter of course, there was a magisterial inquiry, which was repeated as soon as the constable was sufficiently well to limp into the justice-room in the little town where he had been removed as soon as the doctor gave permission, the neighbourhood of the Toft and Hickathrift having grown uncomfortably warm.
He turned to go back to the boat. "I say, Hicky," he said; "let's go and see Dave. You won't mind poling?" "He says I won't mind poling, Mester Marston," said Hickathrift with a chuckle. "Here, come along."
"What you heven't got, Mester Dick," said the fen-man, showing his yellow teeth. "Bit of opium or a drop o' lodolum. Nay, I don't want you to send me owt. Neighbour Hick'thrift here'll get me some when he goes over to market." Hickathrift nodded, and after a little more conversation the party returned toward the boat. "Straange and thick to-night, Mester Dick," said Dave. "Be thicker soon.
"A a little while," panted the lad. "Get howd o' the pole, mester," shouted Warren from the other boat. "I can't, man, without loosing the boy. We shall have to let you go." "Let go, then," growled Dave; "we can find our way somehow." "Nay," shouted Hickathrift. "Howd hard a minute till I've made fast here. I'm coming."
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