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"Poor Petrick!" said Sure-shot, as we descended the slope, "he weer the joyfulest kimrade I ever hed, an' we must gi' him the berril o' a Christyan. I wonder neow what on airth them verming lies done wi' him? Wheer kin they have hid his body?" "True where is it? It was out yonder on the plain? I saw it there: they had scalped him." "Yees; they sculped him at the time we weer all captered.
Dick was boiling over with impatience, and told his father the news the moment they entered the room where supper was waiting. "A shot from close by!" cried the squire, excitedly. "Yes, Mr Winthorpe," said the engineer; "and I'm afraid, greatly afraid, it was meant for me." "Nay, lads, I don't say as it weer the will-o'-the-wisps, only as it might have been."
"I don't go so far as that, sir, for he's a dog as has had a horful bad eddication, but something might be made of him; and it was a pity, seeing why he came yowling about our place, as you was so handy heaving stones at him." "What?" cried Tom indignantly. "Well, sir, p'r'aps it was me. But it weer a pity, warn't it?" "Brutal," cried Tom. "Ah, it weer. He's a horful hugly dog though."
"He left the cross what Mr. Grimbal found upsy-down in the airth; he stood up afore the company an' damned the glory of all Christian men. Ess fay, he done that fearful thing, an' if 't weern't enough to turn the Lard's hand from un, what was? Snug an' vitty he weer afore that, so far as anybody knawed; an' since why, troubles have tumbled 'pon each other's tails like apple-dranes out of a nest."
"Ah, it was too bad, Dave; but there are a couple of fine large horns at home I've saved for you, and we've bought you a pound of powder." "Nay, I sha'n't believe it till I see 'em," said Dave. "I did mean to hev asked you lads to come netting, but I can't ask them as plays tricks." "Netting! What, the ruffs?" "Ay, I weer thinking about heving a try for 'em. But I shall give it up."
"Nay," said Dave quietly, "neither you nor me can't do no poling theer. Watter's nigh upon twenty foot deep, and a soft bottom. Pole's no use theer." "What shall we do then?" "I weer thinking, lad," said Dave, following the direction taken by the bladder. "He's a makkin for yon way through the reeds into next pool." "Then let's go there and stop him, Dave," cried Dick. "Ay, lad, we will.
'Feared to me as you'd stawl the awnly thing as ever brot a bit o' brightness to my life. But that's all over. Love weern't for me; I awnly dreamed it weer. An' I larned better an' didn't die; an' prayed to God a many times to forgive that first prayer agin you.
"I don't think I can; but that tapping wouldn't come so plain if there warn't a way. It weer too tight for me; but you can try if you can't get round the end of the stopper. It may be big enough for you."
"I thought I was roused long arter midnight by a gert knocking, an' I went down house an' found a woman at the door. 'Who be you? I sez. 'Why, I be Chris, brother Will, she speaks back, 'Chris, come home-along to mother an' you. Then I seed it was her sure enough, an' she telled me all about herself, an' how she'd dwelt wi' gypsy people. Natural as life it weer, I assure 'e."
Who else mattered to me? Mother or brother or other folk? I pray you to go an' leave me. God knaws how hard it was to hide it, but I hugged it an' suffered more 'n any but a mother could fathom 'cause things weer as they weer. Then came this trouble, an' still none seed. But 't was meant you should, an' the rest doan't matter. I'd so soon go back now as not."
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