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But there was two of 'em, this one and another." "Did this really happen, Fenleigh?" "Yes, sir." "Who else was with you?" "My cousin, Raymond Fosberton. It was he who knocked over the lamp." "That's a lie!" interrupted the man. "It was you done it. I seed you with my own eyes." "I don't think I need detain you any longer," said Mr. Westford, turning to the owner of the cocoa-nuts.
"I shouldn't have brought a thing like that with me," the latter was saying; "you might lose it. Any old silver one's good enough for this job, especially if you get bowled over, and some villain picks your pockets." "Well, I hadn't another," answered Lawson; "and, after all, it didn't cost me much. I knew a fellow at Melchester, called Fosberton, an awful young ass.
The dread scene around him was for the moment forgotten in his anxiety to clear his character from the doubts which he imagined must still be entertained to a certain extent by his former friend. "So you see, sir," he concluded, "I can now prove that I'm no thief. Raymond Fosberton stole it. I wish you'd ask Captain Hamling to show it to you, sir, and then you'd know I'm speaking the truth."
My eye! if I had him here now, I'd knock his face out through the back of his head!" The clay pipe literally crowed with rage. "Well, you may be interested to hear that it was Raymond Fosberton himself who took the watch." And Jack proceeded to tell the story of his find. "So he stole it himself, did he?" exclaimed Crouch, as the narrative concluded. "Law me! if I had him here, I'd "
Jack came at him like a tiger, put all the force of his outraged feelings into a heavy right and left, and Raymond Fosberton disappeared with a great crash into a laurel bush. Joe Crouch rose from his knees with a joyful exclamation, wiping his hands on his apron. "I should have liked to have had a cut in myself," he afterwards remarked, "but Master Jack he managed it all splendid!"
It was hardly likely that a fashionable young man like Master Raymond Fosberton would stand such language from a school-boy two years his junior. "I should like to see you!" he remarked. "Two can play at that game." The speaker did not know the person he was addressing; in another moment his request was granted.
He has turned out a thorough scamp, and has given Uncle Fosberton no end of trouble. Father happened to know the friends of that officer who was killed, and when his things were sent home the watch was returned; so it's back again now in the same old place. Aunt has never told any one, not even Raymond himself, as she doesn't want to bring fresh trouble on his parents."
"The thing I don't understand is, what good five shillings can be; the man would want more than that for his hay." "I don't understand Master Raymond," said Jack. "What shall you do?" "Well, as we were all there together, I suppose we ought to try to help him out. The damage ought to be made good; I thought he would have got Uncle Fosberton to do that.
"It makes my head swim to look at it, leaning out like that over the precipice." "Pooh!" answered Raymond; "that's nothing. I've climbed up trees in much worse places before now." Helen frowned, and turned away with an impatient twitch of her lips. Jack saw the look. "All right, Master Fosberton," he said to himself; "you wait a minute."
Joe Crouch was the very man. "Joe." "Yes." "You remember my cousin, Raymond Fosberton?" Joe was not in the best of humours; he was cold, and his pipe had gone out. "Yes, I do," he grumbled. "I wish I had him here now in his white weskit and them shiny boots!" The speaker drew hard at his empty clay, which gave forth a fierce croak, as though it thoroughly approved of its owner's sentiments.
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