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Did ever mortal see sich an uncivilized trick? roared Watchorn; adding, as he climbed on to his horse again, and went spluttering through the frozen turnips after the offender, 'You've no 'quaintance with Lord John Manners, I think! 'Oh dear! oh dear! exclaimed he, as his horse nearly came on his head, 'but this is the most punishin' affair I ever was in at.
'Does he? replied Captain Seedeybuck. 'That, I suppose, will depend upon Watchorn. The party now got settled to breakfast, and as soon as the first burst of appetite was appeased, the conversation again turned upon our friend Mr. Sponge. 'Who is this Mr. Sponge? asked Captain Bouncey, the billiard-marker, with the air of a thorough exclusive. Nobody answered.
'Well, two fours twice four's eight, eh? and his two hind ones make ten. 'Hoots, growled George, amidst the mirth of his comrades, 'you're makin' a fool o' one. 'Turn them out a bagman? suggested Mr. Sponge, in an undertone; adding, 'Watchorn has a three-legged 'un, I know, in the hay-loft. 'New Year's Day, too most likely away, seeing his young hounds at walk.
Watchorn would gladly have stopped too, for the fumes of the champagne were dead within him, and the riding was becoming every minute more dangerous. He trotted on, hoping each jump of brown boots would be the last, and inwardly wishing the wearer at the devil.
'Hoo-ray! exclaimed Captains Quod and Cutitfat, who now came panting up. 'Now, Mr. Watchorn! cried Captain Seedeybuck, adding, 'You're a huntsman! 'Yooi over, Prosperous! Yooi over, Buster! cheered Watchorn, still pretending anxiety about his hounds. 'Let me have a shy, squeaked George Cheek, backing his giraffe, as he had seen Mr. Sponge and Miss Glitters do.
Watchorn was too well drilled to dwell upon orders, and she met her lord and master in the passage with the enumerated articles in her hand. Watchorn having deposited himself on an entrance-hall chair for it was a roomy, well-furnished house, having been the steward's while there was anything to take care of Mrs.
The appearance of food had a very encouraging effect, for forthwith there was a general rush towards Watchorn, and it was only by rating and swinging his 'whop' about that he prevented the pack from pawing, and perhaps downing him.
Sponge, put the hounds to me! roared Mr. Watchorn, dreading lest they might hit off the scent. Mr. Sponge answered the appeal by turning his horse the way the hounds were feathering, and giving them a slight cheer. ''Ord rot it! roared Watchorn, 'do let 'em alone! that's a fresh fox! ours is over the 'ill, pointing towards Bonnyfield Hill. 'Hoop! hallooed Mr.
Watchorn proceeded to strip off his gaiters while he drew on his boots and crowned himself with his cap. Mrs.
'Dash the feller! wot's got'im? exclaimed Watchorn, seizing the latch, and rattling it furiously. The melody of the hungry pack increased. ''Ord rot the door! exclaimed the infuriated huntsman, setting his back against it; at the first push, open it flew.
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