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They done got a phome message from way over yonder at Throckmorton's that dus' from Miss Ann's coach wa' a risin'. They ain't mo'n got shet er a batch er visitings when here come news that Miss Ann air a comin'. The ladies air sho' peeved an' they done up an' said they ain't a gonter stay home an' Mr. Big Josh tell 'em ter go 'long if they's a min' an' he'n me'll look arfter Miss Ann."
"An yo'n be aw reet, sir," replied the huntsman; "we'n beat the bonks weel, an two o' these chaps shan go up the stream, an two down, one o' one side, and one o' t'other; an i' that manner hoo canna escape us, fo' Grip can swim an dive os weel as onny otter i' aw Englondshiar, an he'n be efter her an her litter the moment they tak to t' wotur.
At one time the driveway was so thick with them that her coach could not pass until the postilion laid about him with his whip. "This is very odd," she said to her nurse. "I have never seen anything like this before." "Me no t'ink he nothin'. All go tee tick oh, dis pic'nee no keep till one minit. Me no t'ink about he'n de road."
"Hoo goes theere to fish, mon?" cried Crouch, "for it is the natur o' the wary varmint to feed at a distance fro' her lodgin; boh ey'm sure we shan leet on her among the roots o' them big trees o'erhanging th' river near Bean Hill Wood, an if the squire 'll tay my advice, he'n go theere first." "I put myself entirely under your guidance, Crouch," said Nicholas.
"Help me pick him up, you two," ordered Killigrew to Jacka; "and you there, go ahead with the light. Who is the fastest runner?" "I'll go for doctor," said Archelaus. "'Tes my right. He'n my brother." He boggled a little at the word. "You!" began Killigrew, then stopped. His quick intuition had told him how important it was to Archelaus also to be the first to get the doctor.
Ey heerd sum o' t' chaps say os ow Sir Tummus is goin' to tak' possession o' Mistress Robinson's house, Raydale Ha', i' Wensley Dale, boh nah doubt he'n go furst wi' yer rev'rence, 'specially as he bears Mistress Nutter a grudge." "At all events, I will ask him," said Holden. "Are he and his followers lodged at your house, Bess?"
"If ey might be so bowd os offer my advice, squoire," said old Crouch, advancing towards his master, "ey'd tee a heavy stoan round the felly's throttle, an chuck him into t' poo', an' he'n tell no teles fo' all his bragging."
"Noa sooner said than done," cried Ashbead, "for, be t' Lort Harry, ey see him stonding be yon moss poo' o' top t' hill, though how he'n getten theer t' Dule owny knoas." And he pointed out a tall dark figure standing near a little pool on the summit of the mountain, about a hundred yards from them. "Talk of ill, and ill cometh," observed Father Haydocke.
He'n Tuttle are dickering now. Thought perhaps I might see somebody I knew if I hung 'round here." "My friend, Herbert Rackliff, from Boston," said Hooker, introducing his companion. "That hub of the universe and seat of knowledge became too slow for him, so he migrated down here to Oakdale to acquire learning at our academic institution."
At these tidings and at this suggestion the young girl was almost distracted. She went instantly to the cabin, supposing that it would soon be searched. "Mammy!" she exclaimed, "where's Chunk?" "Fo' de Lawd, honey, I doan know. I des gwine all ter pieces wid de goin's on." "But people will be here looking. Is he up there?" asked the girl in a whisper. I'se feared he'n Chunk gwine off togeder."
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