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Robert Smithers, more generally known among his friends as Bob Smithers, and of whom we shall have to make frequent mention in the course of our narrative, was a gentleman of rather prepossessing appearance; the junior of his brother by some ten years; but, unlike him, was of an unsettled and reckless disposition, rather fond of the society of wild and dissolute companions, and at times, when absent from home, exhibited symptoms of the old colonial leaven, and indulged in courses of dissipation and debauchery.
Captain Smithers was not long in selecting a place for the well, and in a very few minutes a squad of men were at work, some digging, others bearing off the earth in baskets to pile up in front of weak places and add to their strength.
Rainsfield then called one of the men, and directed him to get Smith, the stock-man, to take the black fellow into the bush for a few hundred yards, and tie him up to a tree with his back bared, and take a stock-whip with him, and await the coming of himself and Mr. Smithers.
"I hope, captain," whined Sim, "that it won't be my doing as he's punished. I'd a deal rather help a fellow than get him into trouble." "You are on duty, sir! Attend to your post!" cried Captain Smithers.
"It's all dark," said Smithers sourly. "Gammon! No one can see to catch butterflies at night." "Ha-ha! You are a wise man. You English are so sharp. Look; I will show you." "You had better mind what you are doing, sir, or my rifle may go off." "What do you think of me, my friend? See here. There are many great, beautiful butterfly moths here in this grand forest."
It was nice to have a young officer somewheres about your own age ready for a lark. Poor old Mother Smithers, and that brown juice what do they call it cutch and gambia? as dyes things brown. The officers' clean shirts as was washed in that water haw, haw, haw! What's that?"
Private Gray, this is an awful charge against you, and if you are guilty you will be shot." There was a faint sound as of some one's breath catching at the window above, but it was heard by Captain Smithers and Private Gray alone as they stood face to face. "I know it, captain!" said Gray, quietly. "We are in face of the enemy," continued Captain Smithers.
"Psha!" says Smithers, "it's not that; though her furniture puts us to a deuced inconvenience, to be sure it's not that: but, in the postscript of her letter, she orders us to advertise the Slopperton and Squashtail estates for immediate sale, as she purposes placing her capital elsewhere." I know that the Slopperton and Squashtail property had been the source of a very pretty income to Messrs.
"The best thing that I can do, Sir," went on John Short, impatiently, for, to his severe eye, these interruptions were not seemly, "will be to at once offer you inspection of the document, which, I may state, is of an unusual character," and he looked at Augusta, who, poor girl, coloured to the eyes. "Quite so, quite so," said the learned Registrar. "Well, has Miss Smithers got the will?
Then Miss Smithers had to know, and Guy's friend, the Rev. John Jay. That night they opened their hearts to each other. Guy told them how when Ruth showed her new dress to him, he had seen himself in a new light, and resolved to be their helper in the future instead of what he had so long been. "And I will be it yet, girls, don't fear," he added.
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