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"No, you won't." "Indeed and I shall, and the sooner you go the better. He isn't far off." "Yes, he is," said Magglin, "and won't be back for hours." "How do you know?" "Because I watched him." "Yes, that's what you poaching chaps always do, watch the keeper till he's out of the way," said Polly sharply. "Don't call me a poacher, Polly." "Yes, I shall; and that's what you are."
"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?"
"Magglin it is!" he said, as the man opened his eyes, and gazed wildly up at the lantern. "Where are you hurt, my lad?" said the keeper quietly. "My arm! my arm!" groaned the man piteously. The keeper took out his knife, and, giving Mercer the lantern to hold, deliberately slit up the sleeves of the injured man's jacket and shirt. "Hah!" he ejaculated.
I gave the required coin, and Mr Magglin spat on it, spun it in the air, caught it, and placed it in his pocket. "Thank-ye," he said. "Got any birds for me?" "Nay, nary one; but I knows of a beauty you'd give your ears to get." "What is it?" cried Mercer eagerly. "All bootiful green, with a head as red as carrots." "Get out! Gammon! Think I don't know better than that?
When are we going fishing again? and I want some birds to stuff; and to go rabbiting, and collecting, and all sorts, and we seem to have done nothing lately." "Hallo, Magglin!" I cried, as we turned a corner, and came suddenly upon that individual, looking as if he had just come from the big yard. "Why, what are you doing here?" said Mercer. "No sir; on'y wish I was.
"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.
I know I've bought things of him, and he has made me pay for 'em over and over again. I wonder what he was doing about here so soon." We watched Magglin go off in a furtive way, with his head down and his back bent, so that people should not see him above the hedge, and then turned along down the path, with the gilt hands and figures of the clock looking quite orange in the morning sun.
"Here's one!" cried Mercer, making a leap in a similar fashion to that of the under gardener, and he too caught an unfortunate rabbit, whose rush had been right into one of the little loose nets, in which it was tangled directly. "Here, let me kill un for you," said Magglin. "No; I know now. I can do it," said Mercer.
"And a shillin' more to pay," said Magglin, grinning. "And only once have I seen his nasty ugly little pink nose since, when he poked it out of a hole and slipped back again. "But then see how he must have kept down the rats," said the man. "Bother the rats. I want my ferret." Mercer turned sharply round to me. "I say," he whispered, "he's a blackguard and a cheat. We wanted to practise.
The next minute it had received a chop on the back of the neck, ceased struggling, been transferred to Magglin's pocket, and the net was spread over the hole again. "That's a bad farret, ain't it, Master Mercer?" said Magglin, showing his teeth. "You'd best sell un back to me; I should be glad on it for five shillings." "Hush! I thought I heard one, Magg," whispered Mercer, ignoring the remark.
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