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"Well, you haven't paid him for it," I said, laughing. "And if he has cheated you, I wouldn't pay." "But I said I would," replied Mercer, shaking his head; "and one must keep one's promises, even with cheats. But never mind; old Lom's got the gloves, and if Magg gives me any of his nonsense, I'll thrash him, too, eh?" "Tea!" I cried, for just then the bell began to ring.
"I shouldn't pay him the other shilling till he got it out, Tom," I said. "I don't mean to. How many times have you been to look for it, Magg?" "How many times? I didn't count. Every morn when I come to work have I gone down on my chestie in that there loft, watching o' them rat-holes." "Yes, and you've never caught him. Four shillings did I pay you for that ferret "
Piggy rolls himself up tight like a ball, and Nip, that's Magg's dog, you know, he tries to open him, and pricks his nose, and dances round him and barks, but it's no good, piggy knows better than to open out. I've had three. Magg gets them for me. He told me for sixpence how he got them." "And how's that?" I said, eager to become a master in all this woodcraft. "Why, you catch a hedgehog first."
You forgets, that's what you does. I've lost lots o' money through the Doctor's boys; and it's very hard on a pore fellow who's trying his best to get a honest living, but as every one's agen." "Ah, that's all gammon, Magg!" cried Mercer. "See how you left us in the lurch over our ferreting." "I was obliged to, sir; every one's agen me so. Nobody believes in me. Do pay me the two shillin', sir."
What an unlucky beggar I am!" "Oh, he'll soon come out again," I said. "Not he; and that's the worst of you, Burr you will make the best of things so. He won't come out he'll live down there hunting the rats; and I'm sure now that we shall never get him again, for it is the one Magg used to have, and he has tricked me. I know it by that bit out of its ear. It is his ferret."
To-day I believe that it is Mr. Guest, and his friend Mr. Courage, whom I have the pleasure of greeting." For once Guest's face lost its immovability of expression. Even his tone betrayed his admiration. "Wonderful as ever, my dear sir!" he exclaimed. "Not in the least," Mr. Magg replied. "I know of your presence here very simply.
I'll put it in the bin, watering-pot and all, or it'll either get out, or some of the boys'll come and look, and let it go." "But you haven't got the key." "I forgot. I didn't get it from old Magg, again. Let's go and find him. No, it's all right. He has put it in the padlock."
Let's both pitch into him." I naturally enough laughed at the idea, and, looking round at the under gardener, I saw that he was watching us with his rat-like eyes. "I say," he whispered, with an accompaniment of nods and winks, "I was lying wait for you two." "We're not rabbits, Magg," I said. "Who said you was?" he cried, with a sharp look round behind him. "Nor yet hares, Magg," cried Mercer.
"You are a great man, Magg!" my companion exclaimed. "I guess not," the other answered simply. "What do you want with me?" "Look at my friend," Guest said. Mr. Magg looked at me, and though his inspection was brief enough, I felt that, for the rest of my life, I was a person known to Mr. Magg. "Well?"
"Oh, I don't know nothing about rabbids," said Magglin. "It won't do so with me; 'tis yours then." "Will it bite?" I asked. "Rats, sir. You try him, he's as tame as a kitten. But I must get back to my work. Where'll you have it?" "I want it up in my box the old corn-bin up in the loft, Magg. Will you take it and put it in if I give you the key?" "Course I will, sir." "And bring me back the key?"
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