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As he spoke he gazed searchingly at the great workman. "Ay, squire; it is a straange awkard thing." Mr Winthorpe gazed in his great frank face again; and then, with his lips compressed, he went to the bed-side of the injured man. "Bad business," said Hickathrift; "but lads mustn't starve because a constable's shot. Coom along.
It was a vain hope, one which was swept away directly after, for Hickathrift whispered: "We went straight to his plaace to try and ketch him, but he slipped away in his poont, and dodged us about in the dark, till Mester Marston held out that he was makking for the far part of the fen, and we followed him theer, but lost all sound on him, and then you know, Mester Dick, we fun you."
"Ay, lad, and over his legs too," cried Hickathrift, as he bent down and loosened the noose. "Eh, bud it's tight. That's it!" He dragged the rope off, and the donkey lay perfectly motionless for a few moments, but not with his eyes closed, for he seemed to be glowering round. "Is he dying, Hicky?" said Dick. "Nay, lad; yow can't kill an ass so easy. Seems aw reight. There!"
The time seemed to be drawn out to a terrible extent before there was a perceptible lightening on their left; and as soon as he saw that, though the mist was as thick as ever, Hickathrift rose and began to work with the pole, for he knew his bearings now by the position of the rising moon, and working away, in half an hour the little party emerged from the mist as suddenly as they had dived in, but they were far wide of their destination, and quite another hour elapsed before they reached the old willow-stump, where the wheelwright made fast his boat, and assuring his companions that there was nothing much wrong he went to his cottage, while Mr Marston gladly accompanied Dick to the Toft, feeling after the shock they had had that even if it had not been so late, a walk down to the sea-beach that night would neither be pleasant nor one to undertake.
Seems darker first coming out of the light." A fresh cry came from off the fen, and it was so unmistakably the word "Help!" that the squire and his son increased their pace. "Ahoy, there!" cried a big gruff voice. "Hickathrift?" "Ay, mester! Hear that! some un's in trouble over yonder." The wheelwright's big figure loomed up out of the darkness and joined them as they hurried on.
"Yow weant move her like that, I tell you, lad," said Hickathrift. "Won't I!" cried Dick angrily; "but I just will. You Tom, you didn't half push." "Shall I give her a throost?" said the wheelwright, smiling. That smile annoyed Dick, who read in it contempt, when it was only prompted by good temper. "We can do it, thank you," cried Dick. "Now, Tom, boy, give it a heave. Pull up, Solomon."
"Pity he ventured that way," said the squire. "Here, Mr Marston, you're all right now," said Dick. "Can you get up and walk?" There was no answer, but the young man tried to struggle up, and would have sunk down again had not the squire caught him round the waist. "Poor lad! he's bet out. Not used to our parts," said Hickathrift. "Here, howd hard, sir.
"Ay, but you heven't found 'em yet," said Dave, shaking his head. "Nay, bud I can put my hand on 'em pretty well when I like." "Wheer are they, then?" said Hickathrift excitedly. "Ay, wheer are they?" said the constable. "Going about stealthily of a night, creeping behind hedges, and carrying messages one to the other. I know!
And there I was in the habit of sitting on a large stone, before the roaring fire in the huge open chimney, and entertaining certain of the Protestant young gentlemen of my own age, seated on similar stones, with extraordinary accounts of my own adventures and those of the corps, with an occasional anecdote extracted from the story-books of Hickathrift and Wight Wallace, pretending to be conning the lesson all the while.
Hickathrift said not a word, but, as in similar cases before, he raised the inanimate form, hung it over his shoulder, and waded back to firm ground. "Hey, Mester Dick," he said huskily, as he hurried towards his cottage, "I nivver thowt to hev seen a sight like this." "No, no," cried Dick; "not there." "Yes, I'll tak' him home to my place," whispered Hickathrift. "You'd scare your mother to dead.
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