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"If Bob Hopley knows, he'll lick old Magglin with a ramrod. There, come on." We reached the school in good time, only two or three of the boys being about, and spent the next half-hour turning over Mercer's melancholy-looking specimens of the taxidermist's art, one of the most wretched being a half finished rabbit, all skin and tow. "Well, I would burn that," I said. "It does look a brute."
"Being friends with Magglin and Bob Hopley too, because they hate each other awfully. But then, you see, it means natural history, don't it?" He looked at me as if he meant me to say it, so I said, "Yes." "An hour. What shall we do for an hour? 'Tisn't long enough to go to the hammer pond, nor yet to hunt snakes, because we should get so interested that we should forget to come back.
Not that he had any intention whatever of taking to flight, but he deemed that position to be more suited to his condition than any other. In a few minutes the servant-girl returned with the eggs. While she is engaged in boiling them, we shall introduce Captain Dunning's friends and messmates to the reader. Dr Hopley was a surgeon, and a particular friend of the captain's.
"Because you can keep frogs, and jays, and polecats, and snakes, and anything, and they don't want to be fed." "What a nice cottage!" I said suddenly, as we came upon a red-brick, red-tiled place, nearly all over ivy. "Yes, that's Polly Hopley's and hi! there goes old Hopley."
"Wouldn't like to try after a big carp, I s'pose, or one of our old perch?" "Wouldn't like!" cried Mercer excitedly. "No, I thought you wouldn't," said the keeper. "There, I must be off." "Oh, I say, Bob Hopley, do give us leave." "What leave?" "To have an hour or two in the hammer pond. There's a good chap, do!" "The master mightn't like it. Not as he ever said I wasn't to let any one fish."
"One of you hit him, or he did it himself." "You shot him you murdered him," cried the man who had spoken, struggling to his knees, and then crouching among the pine needles, holding his head with his hands as if it were broken, and rocking himself to and fro. "Oh, if that's it," said Bob Hopley, "I must have witnesses. Mr Lomax, I've just come from Hastings.
"I shan't never part with that," she said softly; and then she stood gazing down at the watch, till a shadow darkened the door, and big Bob Hopley came striding in. "Hullo, young gents!" he said; "how are you? Why Polly! What's " "A present, father, from Mr Burr junior's mar. Ought I to take it?" "Yes," I cried eagerly, "of course. You don't know how happy you made me by what you said.
Then, once more drawing a deep breath, we walked in together through the door Mr Rebble threw open, and closed behind us, when, as if through a mist, I saw the Doctor sitting at a writing-table, looking very stern and portly, the General, grey, fierce, and rather red-faced, seated a little way to the Doctor's right, with his malacca cane between his legs, and his hands, in their bright brown gloves, resting on the ivory handle, so that his arms and elbows stood out squarely; while again on his right, about a couple of yards away, stood big, dark, and burly-looking Bob Hopley, in his best brown velveteen jacket.
Then I sprang to my feet, and my first impulse was to run, my second to stand fast, for how he got up to us so close from behind without being seen was a mystery to me; but there, just in the midst of the confusion and excitement of capturing the second rabbit, was Bob Hopley, the keeper, his big, sturdy form seeming to tower above us, and, caught, as we were in this nefarious act, filling me with dread.
That is my evidence." "Thank you," said the Doctor magisterially. "And you, my good man, were with your master, and saw the boys my boys engaged there?" "Yes, sir," said Bob Hopley, touching the black curls over his forehead. "Rabbit and ferret produced."
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