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Shrig, keeping close beside the wall, head low, shoulders back, elbows well in, for all the world as if he intended to hurl himself upon his assailants in some desperate hope of breaking through them; but all at once, like a rabbit into his burrow, he turned short off in mid career, and vanished down a dark and very narrow entry or passage, and, as Barnabas followed, he heard, above the vicious thud of footsteps, hoarse cries of anger and disappointment.
Shrig who shook his placid head as he leaned upon a long musket whose bayonet twinkled wickedly in the dim light; all this Barnabas saw as, sighing, he opened his eyes. "'E's all right now!" nodded the smiling giant. "Ha!" exclaimed Mr. Shrig, "but vith a lump on 'is 'ead like a negg. 'Run! I sez.
Ecod, now, but it sounds a nice, lonesome place just the sort o' place for it, a a capital place as you might call it." And Mr. Shrig positively chuckled and rubbed his chubby hands together; but all at once, he shook his head gloomily, and glancing at Barnabas, sighed deeply. "But you von't go, o' course, sir?" "Go?" "To Oakshott's Barn, to-morrow evening?"
Shrig continued, producing each article in turn. "But how in the world ?" began Barnabas. "I took 'em from you v'ile you vos a-lookin' at my castor. Lord love me, a babe could ha' done it, let alone a old 'and, like me!" "Do you mean ?" began Barnabas, and hesitated. "In my young days, sir," explained Mr.
"I valued the watch greatly, because it was given me by a very good friend," said Barnabas, sighing again. "Walleyed it, hey?" exclaimed Mr. Shrig, "walleyed it, sir? v'y then, 'ere it be!" and from a capacious side-pocket he produced Natty Bell's great watch, seals and all. "Why !" exclaimed Barnabas, staring. "Also your purse, sir, not forgetting the sparkler." Mr.
Shrig sprang nimbly from his lurking-place and fronted the on-comers with levelled weapon: "Stand!" he cried, "stand in the King's name!" By the feeble light of the moon, Barnabas made out divers figures who, checking their career, stood huddled together some yards away, some scowling at the threatening posture of Mr.
Lord, I'm a vatchin' over 'em like a feyther an' mother rolled into vun, an' v'en they do commit the deed, I shall appre'end 'em red-'anded an' up they'll go." "Your methods are highly original, Mr. Shrig," said I, "but do they always work correctly?" "Ever an' always, sir barrin' accidents.
"In about vun minute they'll run up ag'in the Corp," said he, "and a precious ugly customer they'll find him, not to mention my specials ve'll give 'em another two minutes." Saying which, Mr. Shrig reseated himself upon the dim step, watch in hand. "Sir," he continued, "I'm sorry about your 'at sich a werry good 'at, too!
Shrig, exhaling a vast cloud of smoke, "afore I go on to tell you about this 'ere murder as I'm a-vaiting for, I must show ye my little reader." Here Mr. Shrig thrust a hand into his pocket, then his pipe shivered to fragments on the stone floor and he started up, mouth agape and eyes staring. "Lord, Jarsper!" cried the Corporal, "what is it, comrade?"
So, ven they come running back, d' ye see, theer's you vith your stick, an' me vith my barker, an' so ve 'ave 'em front and rear." "But can we stop them all?" "Ah!" nodded Mr. Shrig, "all as the Corp 'as left of 'em. Ye see they know me, most on 'em, and likevise they knows as v'en I pull a barker from my cly that theer barker don't miss fire.
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