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He threw the rope, and Dick caught the end and recoiled it preparatory to making a start over the moss. "Nay, nay, stop!" shouted Hickathrift. "I must go and try if I can't put it round him, Hicky," cried Dick. "Come back, thou'lt drownd thysen," shouted Dave excitedly.
"Nay, nay, never mind the cloths and spoons, Mester Dick; stop and have a bite." "But, Hicky " "Nay, now," cried the wheelwright interrupting; "don't thee say thou'rt not hungry." "I wasn't going to," said Dick, laughing, "because I am horribly hungry. Aren't you, Tom?" Tom showed his teeth.
Mr Marston was laughing over it the other day, and saying that all the romance had gone out of our profession now there was no chance of getting shot." "Weer he, now?" said Hickathrift wonderingly. "Think of a man liking to be shot at!" "Oh, he does not like to be shot at, Hicky! By the way, though, who was it shot Dave Gittan? Come, now, you know."
"Here, Hicky, don't! What do you mean?" cried Dick, whom the great fellow's grip punished. "Wittles," said the wheelwright, indulging in a broad grin. "Oh, nonsense! We're off home. Tom Tallington's going to have supper with me." "Nay, he's going to hev his supper here along o' uz," said Hickathrift. "Didn't I say, missus, I'd bring 'em home?"
His delight was extreme to see the visitors, and they had hard work to extricate their ringers from his grip. "Think of you two coming to see me now! It caps owt." "Why, of course we've come to see you, Hicky," said the taller of the two. "How well you look!" "Well! Hearty, Mester Dick, bless you! and the missus too. Hearty as the squire and his lady, bless 'em.
The squire?" cried Hickathrift with a curious stare at first one and then the other. "Yow don't think " He paused, and Dick replied in a whisper: "Yes, Hicky, I do." "Here, let's search about; it's getting light fast. Now, then," cried the wheelwright, "yow go that way, Jacob; I'll go this; and you two lads " "No, no," said Dick. "It must be somewhere close by here, near the water.
"Yow, lad, yow. Why, you arn't big enew to carry a goon; and as for sailing, do you think a ship's like a punt, and shoved along wi' a pole!" "Never mind," grumbled Tom. "I'm not going to stop here and be suspected for nothing." "Nay, nay, don't you lads talk nonsense." "It's no nonsense, Hicky," said Dick bitterly. "I've made up my mind to go." "Nay, nay, I tell thee. Thou wean't goo, lads."
"Hush! hush! bairn!" said the big fellow thickly. "Don't I tell thee I'm going to begin again! What say, Mester Dick? Nay, nay, lad, nay." "What did Dick say?" said the squire sharply. "Hush, Hicky!" whispered Dick quickly. "Nay, lad, I wean't hoosh! Said, squire, as he's got thretty shillings saved up, and he'd give it to me to start wi'."
The squire nodded. "You've got plenty of digging to do, my lad," he said, laughing. "Finish that, and then perhaps I may let you have a turn my way. Who's going over to see John Warren?" "Ah, I wish you would go," said Mrs Winthorpe, "and take the poor fellow over some things I have ready, in a basket!" "I'll go," said Dick. "Hicky will take us in his punt.
"Are yours mounted with brass and with brass pans?" "Yes, and got lions' heads on the handles just at the end." "Ours are just the same," said Dick. "I say, Tom, it won't be very pleasant for the spirits if they come now. Hullo, what does Hicky want?" The big wheelwright was signalling to them to come, and they turned in to his work-shed. "Thowt you lads 'd like to see," he said.
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