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The straight narrow stock was a piece of manufacture that had proceeded from the hands of the trapper himself. Redwood's rifle was also a long one, but of more modern build and fashion, and his equipments pouch, powder-horn and belt were of a more tasty design and finish. Such were our guides, Redwood and Bradley. They were no imaginary characters these.
"But I don't see how that applies," said Winkles. "It does," said Redwood. Winkles thought it over for a day or so. Then he came to Redwood and said that he doubted if he ought to give powders about which he knew nothing to Redwood's little boy; it seemed to him it was uncommonly like taking responsibility in the dark. That made Redwood thoughtful.
Bensington, or at least his blushing baldness and something of his collar and coat, and hear fragments of a lecture or paper that he imagined himself to be reading audibly; and once I remember one midday in the vanished past when the British Association was at Dover, coming on Section C or D, or some such letter, which had taken up its quarters in a public-house, and following two, serious-looking ladies with paper parcels, out of mere curiosity, through a door labelled "Billiards" and "Pool" into a scandalous darkness, broken only by a magic-lantern circle of Redwood's tracings.
"Any reasonable attendance, Sir," the officer said. "But if you ring it just by way of protest we shall be obliged, Sir, to disconnect." The last word the officer heard was Redwood's high-pitched, "But at least you might tell me if my Son " After that Redwood spent, most of his time at the windows. But the windows offered him little of the march of events outside.
Full five minutes we waited, and then the sharp crack of a rifle near the centre of the copsewood relieved, us. The next moment was heard Redwood's voice crying aloud "Look out thur? By God! I've missed him." Before we had time to change our attitudes another rifle cracked, and another voice was heard, crying in answer to Redwood "But, by God! I hain't."
There can be little doubt now that Redwood's refusal to acquaint Winkles with the composition of Herakleophorbia IV. had aroused in that gentleman a novel and intense desire towards analytical chemistry.
He was puzzled and distressed no doubt, fatigued and suffering, but if only he could keep up, if only he could keep talking As he talked he seemed to Redwood to advance and recede, to dilate and contract. Redwood's share of the talk was of the most subsidiary sort, wedges as it were suddenly thrust in. "That's all nonsense." "No." "It's no use suggesting that." "Then why did you begin?"
There was time for but little, however, before Miss Redwood's activity had got the "beef and eggs" and all the rest of the tea-table in a state of readiness, and her call summoned them into the other room. David made a little demur about staying, instantly overruled both by Mr. Richmond and Matilda, and he sat down with the rest. And if he said little, the other three tongues were busy enough.
Redwood's voice was high and expostulatory. "But don't you see," he said over and over again, it's my Son, my only Son, that is in this trouble. It isn't the Food I care for, but my Son." "I wish indeed I could tell you, Sir," said the officer. "But our orders are strict." "Who gave the orders?" cried Redwood. "Ah! that, Sir " said the officer, and moved towards the door....
It became evident, to Redwood's amazement, first, that no one had been shot, and, secondly, that the trolley and waggon had shifted fifty yards, and were now standing with interlocked wheels amidst the tangled distortions of Skinner's kitchen garden. The horses had stopped their plunging. Half-way towards them, the burst barrel of sulphur lay in the path with a cloud of sulphur dust above it.
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