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Their preparations did not take long, and though they were made before they knew whether they could have the punt, they did not anticipate any objections, and they were right. Hickathrift was busy sawing, but he looked up with a broad grin, and leaving his work went down with them to the water side. "Course I'll lend it to you, lads," he said. "Wish I could come wi' you." "Do, then, Hicky.
It's a long time since he has had a holiday." Dick's brow was overcast, and he wore generally the aspect of a boy who had partaken of baking pears for a week, but his face cleared at this, and he eagerly joined in the plan. "We'll get Hicky to lend us his boat, and pole down as far as we can, and then run across to Mr Marston."
"Now, Hicky," cried Dick, "who ever heard of a will-o'-the-wisp with a gun?" "Can't say as ever I did," said the wheelwright; "but I don't see why not." "What stuff! Do you hear what he says, Tom? He says it may have been one of the will-o'-the-wisps that shot and broke his finger." "A will-o'-the-wisp with a gun!" cried Tom. "Ha! ha! ha!"
"Yours trooly," muttered that worthy, as he picked up the "makin's". "Heard the news about Hicky Rogers?" he asked, while he rolled a cigarette. "Nothin', except he's a crooked little snipe," Blister answered. "Huh! that ain't news," said the boy. "They've ruled him off that's what I mean." "That don't surprise me none," Blister stated. "He's been gettin' too smart around here fur quite a while.
"Ay, that's badly. I give the hankycher a good tighten up, and that hot him, so that he had to howd his tongue." "That made him hold his tongue, Hicky?" "Ay, lad. I med him feel that if he didn't shoot his neb, I'd pull tighter, and so he quieted down. Now, tell us all about it." "Give us some bread and butter first, Hicky; we're nearly starved." "Hey, lads," cried the wheelwright.
"Fire!" he cried. "Hey!" cried the wheelwright. "Fire! So it is. But there's no house or stack out theer." "Only old Dave's. Father said he thought it must be his place. Come on, Dick." "But how are we to get there?" cried Dick, forgetting the feud in the excitement. "How are we to get there! Why, skate." "Will it be strong enough, Hicky?"
As soon as Dick was left alone he strolled down to the wheelwright's, having certain plans of his own to exploit. "Well, Hicky, nearly got all right?" he said. "Nay, nay, lad, and sha'n't be for a twelvemonth," replied the great bluff fellow, staring at his newly-erected cottage. "Taks a deal o' doing to get that streight. How is it you're not over at the works?" "Not wanted for a bit.
Squire's a fine stark man, and the missus has happed him up waarm, and you see the doctor will set him right." "Thank you, Hicky," said Dick, calming down; and then he stood thinking and asking himself how he could denounce the father of his old friend and companion as the man who, for some hidden reason of his own, was the plotter and executor of all these outrages.
"Ay, no one, o' course, so Jacob sawed her i' two one day, and we set her oop theer i' the garden for a summer-hoose, and Jacob painted her green. I say, Mester Dick, ony think," added Hickathrift, laughing violently. "Think what? Don't laugh like that, Hicky, or you'll shake your head off." "Nay, not I, my lad; but it do mak' me laugh." "What does?" "Jacob's married!" "No!"
"Ay, ay, perhaps so." "Might see a big pike basking, and shoot that." "Like enough, my lad, like enough. Squire going to lend you a goon?" Dick shook his head, but the wheelwright was busy taking a shaving off a piece of wood, so did not see it, and repeated his question. "No, Hicky, I want you to lend me one of those new ones." "What, as squire and Mr Marston left for me and Jacob!
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