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He had a basin of gruel, but he didn't seem hungry." "Are you hungry?" "Yes." "Why don't you eat your gruel?" Gabbett curled his great lips. "I have eaten it. Ain't yer got nuffin' better nor that to flog a man on? Ugh! yer a mean lot! Wot's it to be this time, Major? Fifty?" And laughing, he rolled down again on the logs. "A nice specimen!" said Vickers, with a hopeless smile.
I know 'xactly wot's got to be done, d'ye see. Turn her on her face there; never go for to put a drownded body on its back, be it man or woman. Stick that coat under her breast, and her arm under her forehead. So, now we'll go to work."
"Wot's the matter with us gettin' out Fred for our farm pupil? He's got some money they say he married a rich man's daughter and we've got the experience!" "He's only a 'alf-brother!" said Reginald, at last, reflectively. "That don't matter one bit to me," declared Randolph, generously, "I'll treat him just the same as I would you!" Reginald shrugged his shoulders eloquently.
The challenge fell unheeded on the empty woods. "And yet," said he whom the woman had called the sheriff, "he can't be far off. It was a close shot, and the bear hez dropped in his tracks. Why, wot's this sticking in his claws?" The two men bent over the animal. "Why, it's sugar, brown sugar look!" There was no mistake.
"And, to say wot's the plain truth, d'ye see, I'm not sorry to ha' done with your schooner; for, although she is as tight a little craft as any man could wish for to go to sea in, I can't say much for the crew, saving your presence, Dick," he added, glancing over his shoulder at the surly-looking man who pulled the bow oar.
"Hallo, Jim, wot's up?" "Oh, Bob!" gasped Jim. "Speak!" exclaimed the Bloater, seizing him by the shoulders and shaking him violently. "They've got the 'ouse choke full o' combustibles," gasped Jim in an excited whisper. "I see 'em stuffin' straw and pitch, an' I dun know wot all, through a small back winder." "So now's the time for a Bobby," observed the Bloater, leaping up.
Folks ain't got nothin' for us to-night." Bob shouldered his broom, and they turned off down a side street. They had not gone far when Willie suddenly stopped. "'Ark, Bob! Wot's that?" he whispered. "Sounds like as if some one was a-singin'," was he answer. "P'raps we shall come to 'em in a minute. Come on!" They were all singing lustily, and the two boys could hear the words
Crimmins eyed him askance as he entered. "Goin' for a canter, sir? Ho, yuss; this 'ere is the 'orse the master said as 'ow you were to ride, sir. It don't matter which side yeh get on. 'E's as stiddy-goin' as a alarum clock. Ho, yuss. I calls 'im Waterbury Watch partly because I 'appen to 'ave a brother wot's trainer for Mr. Waterbury, the turfman, sir."
I've studied yer like a book, an yer nose wasn't made that shape for nuthin'." "W'y, wot's wrong wi' it?" laughed Jonah, feeling his nose with its powerful, predatory curve. "Nuthin', if yer listen to me. 'Ave yer got pluck enough ter start on yer own?" she inquired, suddenly. "Wot's the use, w'en I've got no beans?" replied Jonah.
I don't say I wus jest a daisy husband fer that gal, but that wa'n't your consarn. Wot's troublin' wus your monkeyin' around, waitin' so he's out o' the way an' then vamoosin' wi' the wench an' all. Guess I'm goin' to kill you fer that sure. But ther' ain't none o' the skunk to me. I'm goin' to treat you as you wouldn't treat me ef I wus settin' wher' you are, which I ain't.
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