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I was standing up at the back, where my mother had the other seat, the two old officers being before us, but there was no Tom Mercer, and I was about to sit down, feeling that the poor fellow could not face the farewell, when, at the turn of the road, there on the bank stood Polly Hopley, with a parcel in one hand and a bunch of flowers in the other, and beside her, Bob Hopley in his brown velveteens, his gun under his left arm and his hat in his hand.
"No," replied Mr Millons, shading his eyes with his hands, and gazing at the object in question, "it's himpossible. I searched every bit o' the bank for a plank before we came hoff, an' couldn't find a morsel as big as my 'and. W'at say you, doctor?" "I think with you," answered Dr Hopley; "but here's the telescope, which will soon settle the question."
Herons come sometimes, but they don't stop, because it's too deep for them to wade except in one place; and there's a hawk's nest over yonder in an old fir-tree, but Bob Hopley shot the old birds, and you can see 'em nailed up against his lodge. There was a magpie's nest, too, up in a big elm tree not far off; but never mind them now. Let's catch some Hist! look there. See 'em?"
"Oh, I say, isn't he provoking? and he never gave us leave. Bob!" No answer. "Bob Hopley!" But the keeper strode on without turning his head, and Mercer stood wrinkling up his forehead, the picture of despair. "And there are such lots of fish in that pond," he cried, "and I did want to show my friend here, Jem Roff." "Well, why don't you go, then? He's only teasing you."
One of the young gents'll go with you, I dessay." "I'll go with her," said Mercer, and they hurried away. "There," said Hopley, as he finished his rough dressing of the wound, "I can't do no more, and we can't carry him to my place. We must wait." "Oh, Master 'Opley, sir," groaned the unfortunate man, "is it very bad?" "Wait and hear what the doctor says, when he comes. I didn't do it, did I?"
Bob Hopley told me all about it, just after he had announced, with a good many grins and winks, that Polly was "Going to be married to master's favourite groom, and they're to live at Number 2 lodge." "And how did he punish him, Bob?" Mercer said eagerly. "Punished him, sir? why, he's took him on as a watcher under me.
"Tom," I whispered, "let's go down and slip out of the schoolroom window." "And go and see. But suppose we're caught?" "We shan't be," I whispered; "let's go. I can't bear to stand still here and listen to those birds being shot. Sir Hawkhurst is so proud of them." "I should like to go." "Come on, then. Bob Hopley must be asleep." "One moment," said Tom, hesitating.
You try to run away, and I'll send a charge o' small shot after you, and that can run faster than you can." "More'n you dare do, big Bob Hopley," cried Magglin, backing away up the hill; and I thought how cowardly the man's nature must be, for him to propose this expedition and then sneak away from us like that.
Presently the referee called out his name as the winner, and he went across the ring and shook hands with his opponent, who was now himself again. He overheard snatches of conversation as he made his way through the crowd to the dressing-room. "Useful boxer, that Wrykyn boy." "Shortest fight I've seen here since Hopley won the Heavy-Weights." "Fluke, do you think?" "Don't know.
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