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"A great change, Hicky, showing what man can do." "Ay, a great change, Mester Dick, but somehow theer are times when I get longing for the black watter and the wild birds, and all as it used to be." "Yes, Hicky," said Dick almost sadly as he saw in memory's mirror the days of his boyhood; "but this is a world of change, man; we must look forward and not back."
"Don't all speak at once!" cried Dick, who had planted himself upon a rough block of stone that had been dug out of the ruins and placed in the front of the house. There was something so droll to the great band of workmen in a mere stripling shouting to them in so commanding a way, that they all burst into a hearty laugh. "Here, let Hicky speak!" cried Dick. "Yes! Ay! Ah!
"Have we some strange robber in the fen?" "Don't know," said the squire shortly. "Perhaps some one has a spite against him." "How dreadful!" said Mrs Winthorpe. "One of his men perhaps." "Or a robber," cried Dick excitedly. "Why, father, we might get Dave and John Warren and Hicky and some more, and hunt him down." "Robbers rob," said the squire laconically.
"Ah, it's all very well for you to laugh now out in the sunshine; but if it was quite dark you wouldn't talk like that." "Oh yes, I should!" "I don't believe it," said Tom; "and I'll be bound you were awfully frightened when Hicky was shot. Come, tell the truth now weren't you?" "There goes a big hawk, Tom.
They pushed off, and before they were fifty yards from the shore the boat seemed to enter a bank of mist, so thick that the wheelwright, as he poled, was almost invisible from where Mr Marston and Dick were seated. "I say, Hicky, turn back and let's go along the edge of the fog," cried Dick. "Nay, it's driftin' ower us," replied the wheelwright. "Best keep on and go reight through."
"Will you, Hicky?" cried the boys joyfully. "Oh, you are a good old fellow! Come on, Tom, and let's catch Solomon."
"Help!" came faintly from the prostrate traveller, and Dick caught his arm, but only to elicit a groan. "Well, he is a coward!" thought Dick. "Here, father! Hicky!" "Rather soft, my boy!" said the squire.
"I should like to have been there and heard Old Hicky," said Tom, again breaking the silence. "Yah! He'd only laugh," said Dick. "He likes a bit of fun as well as we do." "I should have liked to see the fire fly about." "So should I, if he'd thought it was Jacob, and given him what he calls a blob," said Dick; "but it wasn't half a bang." "Well, I wish now we hadn't done it," said Tom. "Why?"
Many times the argument will become so warm between Privates "Hicky" Flynn and "Pie Faced" Sullivan that theology will be settled a la Queensbury out behind the wash-house. Among soldiers this argumentative spirit is called "chewing the rag."
Nay, nay, lad, that wean't do." "Oh, yes, it will, Hicky. I'll take great care of it, and clean it when I've done. Lend me the gun, there's a good fellow." "Nay, nay. That would never do, my lad. Couldn't do it." "Why not, Hicky?" "Not mine. What would squire say?" "He wouldn't know, Hicky. I shouldn't tell him." "Bud I should, lad. Suppose thou wast to shoot thee sen, or blow off a leg or a hand?
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