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"And we're going down to tell Bob Hopley." "On the sly?" "Yes; the Doctor don't know. You won't get us into a scrape?" "Well, you know, I ought to; but " "You won't, Lom?" "Well, not this time. I was just going to bed when I heard them, and thought I'd run down and ask Bob Hopley if he wanted any help. Look here!"
"He's put the whole charge o' shot through his arm, above the elbow;" and, hurriedly taking a piece of cord from his jacket pocket, Hopley made a rough tourniquet, and stopped the bleeding as much as he could. "You, Polly," he said as he worked, "go down to the house and see Sir Orkus. Tell him all about it, and ask him to send help, and some one off for the surgeon.
When we say that he wore a rough blue pilot-cloth suit, and had a large black beard, with a sprinkling of silver hairs in it, we have completed his portrait. "What's come of Glynn?" inquired Captain Dunning, as he accepted a large cup of smoking tea with one hand, and with the other handed a plate of buttered toast to Dr Hopley, who sat next him. "I really cannot imagine," replied Miss Martha.
Ten minutes after, I was in the lane, in time to meet Polly Hopley, in her best bonnet and with a key in her hand, going up to the cottage door. She smiled as she saw me, hurried to the cottage, unlocked the door, and stood back for me to enter. "Been out, Polly?" I said. "Yes, sir, of course. Father took me to see the cricket match.
She is to keep it, isn't she, Bob Hopley?" "Well," said the big fellow, holding the little watch carefully and admiringly in his great brown hand, "well, seeing, my lass, how it's give, and why it's give, and who give it, and so on, I almost think you might."
The biscuits were placed before us, and the keeper's daughter then took a couple of tied-down stone bottles from a shelf. "I say," cried Mercer, "I didn't introduce you. Burr junior, this is Polly Hopley. Polly, this is " "Yes, sir, I know. I heard you tell father," said the woman quickly, as she cut the string. Pop!
"Never fire at a crocodile's head," said the trader, as the party resumed their paddles, and continued their ascent of the stream; "you might as well fire at a stone wall. It's as hard as iron. The only place that's sure to kill it just behind the foreleg. The niggers always spear them there." "What do they spear them for?" asked Dr Hopley.
"Then I 'spose it's their ferret in yon burrows, eh? there it is!" he continued, as the buff-looking, snaky animal now came out of one of the holes close by us, and Mercer stooped and picked it up as it made for the dead rabbit. "Oh yes, it's their farret, 'tarn't mine," said Magglin quickly. "Yes, it's my ferret, Mr Hopley," Mercer said dolefully. "And their nets, eh? Here, you stand still.
The man, who seemed to be lying all of a heap, uttered a groan, and Hopley held the light nearer. "I'm fear'd he's got it badly, Polly," growled the keeper. "Hah!" "Oh, father!" "None o' my doing, my lass. Here, all on you. This is a madgistrit's business, and I don't want to get credit for what I never did. So just look." He held the lantern down for us to see.
"I should," said Mercer innocently. "What!" roared the old gentleman. "Here, you two, take 'em both into scholastic custody, and tell Dr Browne I'm coming in the morning to put a stop to this sort of thing once and for all. Hopley, where's that ferret?" "Pocket, Sir Hawkus," said the keeper bluntly. "`In my pocket, sir!" cried the old gentleman angrily.
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