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The half-burned roof of the farm-house, the three smoking heaps where the three stacks had stood, and the stable roofless and blackened, while the place all about the house was muddy with the water and trampling. "Yes," said Farmer Tallington ruefully, "it'll tak' some time to set all this straight; but I've got my house safe, so mustn't complain."
"No, father, I wasn't near the stacks yesterday." "Had you been round there at all?" said the squire. "No, not for a day or two, neighbour. It's a puzzler." "It is very strange!" said the squire thoughtfully; and he and Farmer Tallington looked hard at each other. "You have had no quarrel with your men?" "Quarrel! No. Got as good labourers as a man could wish for. So have you."
In a few minutes more all was plain enough, and the reason apparent why the people at Tallington had not shown a light in the course of the night or done anything else to indicate their position, for it was evident that they had been driven from below stairs to the floor above, and from thence to the roof, where they must have sat out the evening hours, perhaps doubtful of how long the place would last before it was swept away.
Come, cheer up, Mrs Tallington; there's a warm welcome for you yonder from the wife; the water will soon go down, and we're going to try and protect ourselves from such mischief coming again."
Looks so, anyway." "You know that Kitely was present at that trial?" suggested Tallington, who, like Brereton, was beginning to be mystified by Cotherstone's coolness. "Well," answered Cotherstone, with a shake of his head, "I know now. But I never did know until that afternoon of the day on which the old man was murdered.
"Dick!" he said, as he struggled up. "Yes, father. Are you much hurt?" "No, only nearly suffocated, my boy; but but Oh, I remember! The horses?" "They're safe, neighbour," cried Farmer Tallington, taking his hand. "Mind the knife!" cried the squire. "I remember now. I was obliged to be very brutal to them to make them stir."
"Hah!" ejaculated the squire; "that is one reason why I waited for you both to come up. Now, gentlemen, and you, my good fellows, listen. There must be no violence." "No violence, eh!" said Farmer Tallington. "Didn't he bon my place?" "And shoot me?" said Mr Marston sternly.
The sudden spring he made produced such comical effects that Dick Winthorpe stopped short in the rough track along the edge of the fen, to laugh. For Tom Tallington had been seated carelessly on the donkey's back right behind, and turned half round to talk to his companion. The consequence was that he was jerked up in the air, and came down again as if bound to slip off.
Now, then, lad, days is short! Coom out! I can see you!" He looked in the direction of a patch of reeds and alders as he spoke, and helped himself to a pill of opium from his box. "Tom Tallington isn't there, Dave!" cried Dick. "I tell you there was a bad fire at Grimsey last night!" "Nay, lad, you don't mean it!" cried Dave, impressed now by the boy's earnestness. "There was!
"You're all right up on the Toft. 'Member the big flood, squire?" "Ay, fifteen years ago, Tallington, when I came down to you in Hickathrift's duck-punt, and we fetched you and Tom's mother out of the top window." "Ay, but it weer a bad time, and it's a good job we don't hev such floods o' watter now." "Ay 'tis," said the squire. "My word, but the sea must bite to-night.
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