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"Well, you might scheme a little on that sort of principle, Miss Ruth; but in ordinary cases I prefer straightforward plans myself." "Then why, let me ask," said Ruth with some severity in her look, "do you dare to scheme with the wind as you and all sailors do when it is dead against you?" "You're becomin' too deep for me now, my dear; what d'ee mean?"
"No, no; nothin' o' that sort; but there is somethin' lyin' heavy on my mind, and I don't see why I shouldn't make a confidant o' you, bein' my mother, d'ee see; and, besides, it consarns Willum." The old woman looked eagerly at her lodger as he knitted his brows in perplexity and smoothed down his forelock.
Not to mention my own feelin's which are so strong that I never felt nothink like 'em before any one who has been married to my John must know well what st-strong oh! no, I shall never see 'im again; dear Nellie, don't tell me," she said, beginning to cry. "I know I know " "There, now there's a good soul. Don't go off again. Look! D'ee know what this is for?"
"Of course it scattered the balls about six yards apart the only time I tried it with a lot of 'em, but that was at fifty yards off, an' they tell me that you a'most ram the muzzle against the brutes' sides when chasin' buffalo. So there's no room to scatter, d'ee see, till they get inside their bodies, and when there it don't matter how much they scatter."
But you needn't tell 'em anything until you're axed, you know it might get me into trouble, d'ee see, an' say to Miss Stivergill it wasn't your father as took the dog, but another man." He leaped over a low part of the hedge and was gone, leaving poor Tottie in a state of bewildered anxiety on the other side.
What d'ee think, cap'n?" continued O'Rook, with a very conscious look. "How can I think if ye don't give me somethin' to think about?" "The widdy's tuk me after all!" said O'Rook. "What! widow Bancroft?" O'Rook nodded impressively. "Moreover," he said, "she's tuk me as a poor beggar with nothin' but his pay, for better and for worse, an', sure now, it's better I'll be than she tuk me for."
There's more comin'. There I'm used up wi' writin' such a long screed. I'd raither dig a twenty-futt hole in clay sile any day. Yours to command, Willum. "P.S. You ain't comin' back soon are you?" "Now, mother, what d'ee think o' that?" said the Captain, folding the letter and putting it in his pocket. "It's a good, kind letter just like William," answered the old woman.
"But you did your best to you you small there!" He finished off the sentence with an open-handed whack that aroused the echoes of Mont Blanc, and cast the culprit adrift. "Now, look 'ee, lad," said the Captain, with impressive solemnity, "if you ever go to chuck stones like that over the precipices of this here mountain again, I'll chuck you over after 'em. D'ee hear?"
"Can you tell us where the boats are goin'?" The old road mender glanced over the parapet. "Eh? The trows, d'ee mean?" "Trows? Is that what they are?" "Aye; and they be goin' down to Glo'ster first, an' thence away to Sharpness Dock. They go through the Glo'ster an' Berkeley, and at Sharpness they finish." "Is that anywhere in the Bristol Channel?" The old man ruminated for a moment.
"D'ee make much at this work now, my lad?" asked the captain. "Not wery much, sir. Just about enough to keep soul an' body together, an' not always that. It was on'y last veek as I was starvin' to that extent that my soul very nigh broke out an' made his escape, but the doctor he got 'old of it by the tail an' 'eld on till 'e indooced it to stay on a bit longer.
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