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"Morning, young gents," said the man coming up in his nasty, watchful, furtive way, looking first behind him, and then dodging to right and left to look behind us, to see if any one was coming. "Morning. Hi! look out! Keeper!" cried Mercer. "Eh? Where? where?" whispered Magglin huskily. "Down in the woods," cried Mercer laughingly.
Magglin was standing before us with a curious, furtive smile on his face, and his hands deep down in his pockets, and as Mercer finished speaking, he slowly raised one hand, so that we saw peering out over the top of his jacket pocket the sharp buff hairy head of a ferret, and we both uttered a cry of joy. "Why, you've got one!" said Mercer. "Why yes it is. It's my ferret." "Yes," said Magglin.
We went down the garden one day, talking very earnestly about how long it was before the gloves needed for our lessons came down, wondering, too, that we had never been able to catch sight of the old sergeant, when Mercer suddenly became aware of the fact that Magglin, who was hoeing weeds, was also making mysterious signs to us to go round to his side of the garden; and when we reached him he whispered to my companion, after looking cautiously round to see that we were not observed,
"Please, sir, I didn't mean the young gentlemen, I meant Dick Magglin." "Eh, what?" cried the General. "Please, Sir Orkus, if I've ordered him away once, I've done it fifty times, and father's threatened him and beat him, but he would come." "What! did he want to marry you?" "Yes, Sir Orkus, but I wouldn't demean myself to listen to him." "Of course not! a poaching vagabond. Go on, go on."
You dare to tell me only one?" "There was another, only Magglin put it in his pocket." "Got a dozen hid somewhere," cried the General. "Where have you hid them, you dog? Stuffed in some burrow, I suppose. Where are they, sir?" "I told you," I said sharply, for his doubt of my word made me feel hot and angry. "We only caught those two. I shouldn't tell you a lie, sir." "Humph!
Then again about the cricket match, and we were carrying on an animated conversation when the door was thrown quickly open, and Bob Hopley appeared. "Oh, dad, how you startled me!" cried Polly, jumping up. "Startled you, my lass? I heerd loud talking and I'd been told young Magglin had come down this way, and I thought it was him."
"Now look ye here," said the fellow appealingly, "it's too bad on you two chuckin' things in a man's face like that now. Ain't I always getting a honest living? You talk like that, and somebody'll be thinkin' I go porching." "So you do," said Mercer. "What, porch?" "Yes. I know. Bob Hopley says so too." "Only hark at him," cried Magglin, "talking like that!
"No, sir; I was taking the gun to pieces, and she Oh!" "Bear up, man, bear up." "I'll I'll never go poaching any more," groaned Magglin, and his head fell back. "Never with two arms, my lad," said the keeper. "Poor fellow! my fezzans do tempt 'em. He's fainted. Could you take the lantern, sir, and find your way to my cottage?" "Yes," I said eagerly; "what shall I do?"
"Farret's working beautifully," said Magglin. "How many holes have you covered?" I asked. "'Bout four-and-twenty, and all my nets. You young gents ought to pay me for the use of them."
"Look at him, Burr; he has been up to some games, or he wouldn't be so frightened." "Get out!" growled the gipsy-looking fellow sourly. "Doctor don't teach you to behave like that, I know." "Nor the gardener don't teach you to try and cheat people with ferrets." "Well, I like that," cried Magglin in an ill-used tone. "I sells you for a mate of mine " "No, you didn't, it was for yourself, Magg."
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