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Now sir, from private obserwation, the deed is doo to be brought off any time in the next three veeks, and as soon as it's done, v'y then I lays my right 'and on Number Vun, and my left 'and on Number Two, and " "But what about Number Three?" inquired Barnabas. Mr. Shrig paused, glanced at Barnabas, and scratched his ear, thoughtfully. "V'y sir," said he at last, "Number Three vill be a corp."
"Yes," said Barnabas shivering, for the air struck chill and damp, "but what do we do now?" "V'y, sir, I'll tell you. Ve sit here, nice and qviet and let 'em run on till they meet my four specials and Corporal Richard Roe, late Grenadiers. My specials has their staves and knows how to use 'em, and the Corp has 's 'ook, and an 'ook ain't no-vise pleasant as a vepping.
"No," said Barnabas, "it was you who really saved him." "V'y, I'm as glad as you think so, sir, only d'ye see, I can't svim, and it vos 'im as pulled me out. And it all come along of 'im losing 'is 'and come nigh to breaking 'is 'eart to be discharged, it did." "Poor fellow!" said Barnabas, "and how did he lose his hand?"
The government was aimin' to start a post there last fall, wasn't it? Say! Mebbe you can make it after all, Kid." His features brightened hopefully. "What d' ye say, Klusky?" The one addressed answered nervously, almost with excitement. "It can't be done! It ain't possible, and I ain't strong enough to pull the sled. V'y don't you and George go together. I'll stay "
Shrig, only that my time has been much occupied of late." "Veil, sir," said Mr. Shrig, puffing hard at his pipe, "from all accounts I should reckon as it 'ad. By Goles! but ve vas jest talking about you, sir, the werry i-dentical moment as you knocked at the door. I vas jest running over my little reader and telling the Corp the v'y and the v'erefore as you couldn't ha' done the deed."
"V'y then, sir, I think ve may wenture," said he, and rising, put on his hat, examined the priming of the brass-bound pistol, and taking the nobbly stick under his arm, blew out the candle and crossed to the door; yet, being there, paused. "Sir," said he, a note of anxiety in his voice, "you promise to do eggs-actly vot I say?" "I promise!" "Ven I say 'run' you'll run?" "Yes."
"I see much in t'e newspapers about t'e beautiful Mees Veensheep, but v'y does she neglect our experiment?" he demanded, following me across the laboratory to my old table. "V'ere are my records, my opportunities for observation? Has t'e beautiful Mees Veensheep no regard for science?" "You've always said she hadn't, and pretended to be glad of it; I won't contradict," I returned.
"V'y, I could tell you, or you could read of it in the Gazette jest three or four lines o' printing and they've spelt 'is name wrong at that, curse 'em! But Corporal Dick can tell you best. Let 'im. 'Ere 'e comes, vith a steaming brew o' the Vun and Only." And indeed, at this moment the Corporal re-entered, bearing a jug that gave forth a most enticing and delicious aroma, and upon which Mr.
"Have you written down the name of Haredale in your little book?" I enquired. "Haredale, Mr. Werricker, sir? V'y no, I ain't. V'y should I, sir? Vot ha' you to tell me about any party, name o' Haredale?" "Only that you will find such a name on the piece of paper you are after." Mr. Shrig's roving eye fixed me for a moment. "Haredale?" he muttered, shaking his head, "Haredale?"
My own inwention ag'in windictiveness in the shape o' bricks an' bludgeons, an' werry useful an comfortin' I've found it. But if they're going to begin on me vith coping-stones, v'y Lord!" And Mr. Shrig sighed his gentle sigh, and rubbed his placid brow, and once more covered it with the "inwention." "And now sir, you've got a pair o' good, long legs can ye use 'em?" "Use them, yes. Why?"
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