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An' there's Smoke, the black little devil didn't the Roosians have him for three years in the salt mines of Siberia, for poachin' on Copper Island, which is a Roosian preserve? Shackled he was, hand an' foot, with his mate.
W.E. Grim's pathetic picture of young Bourne turned out-of-season poacher against his will by an inexorable Acton didn't seem quite to fill the bill. "Grimmy, you're an absolute idiot. That poachin' dodge won't do. Perhaps, after all, they only bike round generally." "What about that cartridge?" said Grim.
To run about poachin' on your pension! Damnable, O damnable!" said Stalky, without pity. "Good Lord!" said the Sergeant, sitting heavily upon a bed. "Where where the devil was you? I might ha' known it was a do somewhere." "Oh, you clever maniac!" Stalky resumed. "We mayn't be aware you were followin' us this afternoon, mayn't we? 'Thought you were stalkin' us, eh?
Dudley could lick him to pot if he crossed him, and he and fayther 'ud think nout o' havin' him afore the justices for poachin', and swearin' him into gaol. 'But why does he think it's about me? 'Hish! said Meg, who fancied she heard a sound, but all was quiet. 'I can't say we're in danger, lass. I don't know why but he does, an' so do I, an', for that matter, so do ye.
Why, bless you, gentlemen, who's to jail 'im here for droppin' Spanish gold in his own hold and poachin' furs on the king's preserve o' the north sea, when Stocking, the warden, 'imself owns 'alf the Susan and Cap'en Gillam, 'is father, is master o' the king's ship?"
The sounds were too distant to be distinctly heard, but every now and then there was mingled with them the short, sharp bark of a dog. 'I welly think that's Oliver o' Deaf Martha's dog, excitedly cried Malachi. 'Surely he's noan poachin' a neet like this? He's terrible lat' wi' his wark if he is. 'If I'm not mistaken, that is Moses Fletcher's voice, replied Mr. Penrose. 'Listen!
"But some one was following me." "Well, it weren't I. A keeper I be, a-lookin' for a poachin' cove just about your size, and it's precious lucky for you as you are a-wearin' that there bell-crowned 'at!" "Why so?"
We missed Acton and Bourne beautifully; they don't go to Westcote, and Grimmy's idea about poachin' 's rotten. He may be Acton's messenger-boy or the rider of a decent pneumatic, but I'm going to let him go his own way." When, afterwards, they rubbed embrocation into their wearied limbs, the rest agreed with Rogers. "But, yet," said Grim, "I'd like to know about that cartridge too."
"So I've caught you at last, have I," he said; "caught you red-handed." He suddenly seized her wrist and dragged her towards him. The bright colour fled from Flamby's cheeks leaving her evenly dusky; but her grey eyes flashed dangerously. "Poachin', eh?" sneered the gamekeeper. "Same as your father."
No, you never did, sez I. 'But, on the other 'and, this 'ere cove is the very spit o' the poachin' cove as I'm a-lookin' for. True! sez I to meself, 'but this 'ere cove is a-wearin' of a bell-crowner 'at, but the poachin' cove never wore a bell-crowner nor never will. Still, I must say I come very near pullin' trigger on ye just to make sure.
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