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Rogers, in the act of rolling up one of the traces, stared at him with frank admiration. "Well, you're a sportsman, anyhow. Catch hold of his arm, Hosken, and run him along with us. Yes, sir, though I say it as a justice of the peace, be d d to you, but I like your spirit. And with the gallows staring you in the face, too!" "Gallows? What gallows?" panted Mr.

Off with you, man, and don't stand gaping like a stuck pig!" Thus adjured, Constable Hosken ran, leaving us three to watch the body. "The man's pockets have been rifled, that's plain enough," Mr. Rogers muttered, as he bent over it again, and with that I suppose I must have made some kind of exclamation, for he looked up at me, still with a horrified frown. "Hallo! You know him?" I nodded.

He was sincerely distressed, and regretted a hundred times in the course of that evening that he had parted with the portrait and received its price before Captain Hosken had made that speech. As it was, he lingered long over the supper it procured, and ate heartily. A mile beyond the town, next morning, Boutigo's van, in which he was the only passenger, pulled up in front of a roadside cottage.

As the horses were very tired, and there was splendid feed for them, we camped here for the remainder of the day. 6th. Left Chillandee, and after travelling twenty-six miles, passed Madebuckela, the homestead of Mr. Hosken, where we camped at a deserted hut, with splendid feed and water for the horses. 7th.

Goodfellow in my ear a few moments later, as we tore in a body down the lane. "Hush!" I panted in answer. "It's all a mistake." "It ought to be." We drew up by the stile, where I pointed to the smear of blood, and Mr. Rogers, calling to Hosken to follow him, dashed into the coppice and down the path into the rank undergrowth. I, too, was lifting a leg to throw it over the bar, when Mr.

"Hallo, Bill Varco! Wasn't it you here yesterday? Or has my memory lost count 'pon the days o' the week?" "It's me, right enough," said Varco; "an' no one but Peter Hosken left with me, to take turn an' turn about. They've called the others up to Plymouth." "But why?" Nicky-Nan had asked: and the coastguardsman had responded: "You can put two an' two together, neighbour. Add 'em up as you please."

Give her room to bite a bit of grass, and she'll wait here quiet as a lamb." "What about the prisoner, sir?" asked the stolid Hosken. "D n the prisoner!" answered Mr. Rogers, testily, in the act of unharnessing. "Slip the handcuffs on him. And you, Miss Plinlimmon, will return to the cottage, if you please." "I'd like to come, too, if I may," put in Mr. Goodfellow. "Eh?" Mr.

If you envy Hosken his inside after two miles o' that, you must be like Pomery's pig in love with pain. They've hired or borrowed the Preventive boat, I'm told; and it's the best they could do. She's new, and she looks pretty. She'll drag aft if they put their light weights in the bows: still, she's a good boat. I'm not afeared of her, though.

"The stile down the lane, sir," I answered, pointing. "And I couldn't tell you before because you didn't give me time." "Show us the way, quick! And you, Hosken, catch hold of the mare and lead her round to Miss Belcher's stables. Or, stay she's dead beat. You can help me slip her out of the shafts and tether her by the gate yonder. That's right, man; but don't tie her up too tight.

Therefore, I bid ye all follow the example o' Cap'n Hosken here, who, bein' possessed wi' true love for 'Liza Saunders, is havin' her portrait took for to hang up in his narrow cabin out to sea, an' remind hissel' o' the charms that bide at home a-languishin'." "That's not my reason, though," said Captain Hosken, a sunburnt and serious man, at the painter's elbow.