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It is certain that Jack Pumpkinhead might have had a much finer house to live in had he wanted it, for Ozma loved the stupid fellow, who had been her earliest companion; but Jack preferred his pumpkin house, as it matched himself very well, and in this he was not so stupid, after all.
Again, on p. 55 we have this passage: "I was thirsty, having walked from "Jack Straw's Castle," at Hampstead, where poor Kiteley and I had been taking a chop." This was written in 1855, only a few years after Forster's admirable performance of Kiteley with the other amateurs in "Every man in his humour." "Jack Straw's Castle," too, was a regular haunt of Forster and Dickens.
"That remains to be seen." "How?" demanded several of the others. "Do you think I am going to bed, or sit down and suck my thumbs? Not much! I am going to do something." "What are you going to do?" asked Jack Voss. "Go over to their camp, and after they have gone to bed take all the boats away -and take whatever else we can get hold of, too.
A "heart-broken mother" wrote from Liverpool that "Jack" had been shot during one of the many cold-weather campaigns on the Indian frontier. "I have no news, simply a telegram from the War Office. But of what avail to know how my darling died. My tears are blinding me. You and I alone are left, and you are thousands of miles away.
Now, everybody knows that if a boy loses a ball it must be recovered, especially if he knows where it is. So the boys got a ladder from the Pentzes', and put it up at one of the windows where the blind was broken. Jack went up the ladder. The slat was off, but not in the right place to open the window.
Jack and the seamen commenced their breakfast, and as the ladies and prisoners did not appear inclined to eat, they ate their share and their own too; during which the elderly man inquired of Jack if he could speak French. Jack, with his mouth full of sausage, replied that he could; and then commenced a conversation, from which Jack learned as follows:
"All right, Jack, just as you say," and Dick bent his back so that his companion could get upon his shoulders, and then straightened up slowly, Jack holding on by some of the projections in the rock and going up with him, being able to reach a bit higher when Percival was at his full height and saying, with some satisfaction: "That is fine, Dick. I should reach the top now.
They talked and they chattered, and they abused Old Scamperdale and Jack Spraggon, and lauded Mr. Sponge up to the skies. Thus day closed in, with Farmer Peastraw's bright fire shedding its cheering glow over the now encircling group.
"If you like to remain with us, you shall learn French, and become French boys; and you can then go out and help us fish, and gain your livelihood." Pierre did not say this in as many words, but Jack and Bill agreed that such was his meaning.
"In course," said Jack, "we ain't a-going to put up with nothing of that sort, and if so be as how he has put him out of the way, why it's our duty to send him after him, and square the board." "That's the thing, Jack; now you know you must go to Sir Francis Varney and tell him you come from me." "I don't care if I goes on my own account," said Jack.
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