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From the sea, four miles distant, came a low angry roar, which seemed to rouse the wind to shout and shriek back defiance, as it plunged into the pines again, and shook and worried them till it passed on with an angry hiss. "High-tide, and a big sea yonder," said the squire. "River must be full up. Hope she won't come over and wash us away." "Wesh me away, you mean," said Farmer Tallington.
"Wonder what that chap thinks of the stuffed ones?" whispered Dick. "Why don't the live ones tell him it isn't safe?" said Tom. "Don't know; perhaps they're like old Tom Tallington," said Dick: "whenever they get into a mess they like to get some one else in it too." "You say that again and I'll hit you," whispered Tom, holding up his fist menacingly.
No other course none!" "Bent first?" asked Brereton. "Certainly! Bent first, by all means. It's due to him. Besides," said Tallington, with a grim smile, "it would be decidedly unpleasant for Cotherstone to compel him to tell Bent, or for us to tell Bent in Cotherstone's presence. And we'd better get to work at once, Brereton! Otherwise this will get out in another way."
It was a facer for both of us to be recognized, and to have all that thrown up against us, after thirty years' honest work!" The three listeners looked silently at each other. A moment of suspence passed. Then Tallington put the question which all three were burning with eagerness to have answered. "Mr. Cotherstone! do you know who killed Kitely?" "No!" answered Cotherstone.
Neither Bent nor Brereton nor Tallington had any notion of what line was going to be taken by Cotherstone and his advisers, but Tallington and Brereton exchanged glances when Cotherstone, in charge of two warders from Norcaster, was brought in, and when the Norcaster solicitor and the Norcaster barrister whom he had retained, shortly afterwards presented themselves.
And here's the receipt. So now then!" "When did you pay it, Mr. Cotherstone?" asked Tallington, as Bent unwillingly took the paper which Cotherstone drew from a pocket-book and handed to him. "Some time ago, or lately?" "If you want to know," retorted Cotherstone, "it was the very day after old Kitely was killed. I sent it through a friend of mine who still lives in Wilchester.
Hickathrift was his informant, for the squire was very stern and silent, and Mr Marston was in one of the other boats, which were manned by drain-men and farm-labourers, and had for leaders Farmer Tallington and the engineer, while many were armed with muskets. "Is Tom there?" said Dick in a whisper. "Ay, lad, he's theer," said the big wheelwright, "along o' Mr Marston."
Hickathrift, who had watched all the proceedings, heard these words; and as the two lads trudged home beside him, with the squire and Farmer Tallington in front, he told them all that had been said. Dick said nothing, but Tom fired up and exclaimed angrily, while the wheelwright kept on talking quietly to the former. "Niver yow mind, lad; we don't think you shot at him.
"Sleep in my boat," said Dave laconically. "Won't be the first time." "Do as you please," said the squire quietly; and he turned to talk to Farmer Tallington. "I say, Dave," whispered Dick, "you're just like an old goose." "Eh?" said the man with his eyes flashing. "I mean being able to sleep on the water floating," said Dick, laughing, and the angry look died out.
"But you got to know, eventually," remarked Tallington. "And I suppose you agreed to make use of it?" Cotherstone smote the table again. "Yes!" he said with some heat. "And don't you get any false ideas, Mr. Tallington. Bent! I've paid that money back I, myself. Each penny of it two thousand pound, with four per cent. interest for thirty years! I've done it Mallalieu knows naught about it.
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