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"Yes, they're rum beasts, Mr Rodd, sir, and I dare say they are very slippery; but I don't suppose I shall miss the next one Ah! Would yer!" he shouted as one of the reptiles rose suddenly, open-mouthed, close to the boat's head.
"And at last the day came," continued Morny, "and we made our attempt, but only to find that we were very closely guarded, and that soldiers were on the look-out in all directions; and in the attempt my father and I became separated, and I should have been taken if it had not been that " "Look here," cried Rodd, springing up, "there's Joe Cross signalling to me from the maintop.
You are a regular trump to your father." "I!" cried the young man fiercely. "I play the trumpet to my father! Never! If I praise him it is all the truth, because he is so honest and brave and good." "Why, what's the matter now?" cried Rodd in astonishment. "Oh, I see trump! You don't know all our English expressions yet. Where's your dictionary?"
Then we will lie up till it's dark, up with the grapnel, and steal quietly down the river, keeping pretty close to the trees, till we are about opposite the enemy, and then we'll make a mistake." "Make a mistake?" said Rodd. "I don't understand you." "Well, sir, I aren't done yet.
"You've hit, Joe," cried Rodd excitedly, as he stood amidst the smoke, which began to spread about where they gathered. "Yes, sir, I hit," said the man, with a half-laugh, as the crew of the gun busied themselves sponging out and preparing to re-load. "They pretty well filled her to the muzzle, but they got what they meant for us. But hallo! what's the meaning of this 'ere?
A nasal-voiced Vermonter, such as Nathan Rodd, brought up among stern hills and by sterner parents, will never fully understand a soft-voiced Louisianian, such as Edouard Fouche, who has found the world a very pleasant place with but few restrictions.
But the floor attracted my attention as well as the roof, for on it were numerous cases not unlike coffins, bearing the stamp of a well-known Birmingham firm, labelled "fencing iron" and addressed to Messrs. Marnham & Rodd, Transvaal, via Delagoa Bay.
Rodd sighed softly, and put his hand before his mouth to stop a yawn. "Oh, by the way," said Uncle Paul, "did you change your trousers when you went up to wash?" "No, uncle; they didn't want it." "Weren't they damp?" "No, uncle; I only got my shoes wet, and they were pretty well dry when I got home. Besides, you had got my other trousers in the big portmanteau in your room."
You'll excuse me, Mr Rodd, sir, but you do make me laugh;" and to the boy's great annoyance the man half turned from him, leaned over the taffrail, laughed till his sides shook, and then pulling himself up suddenly wiped his eyes. "I am very sorry, sir," he said. "Doesn't seem like it," cried Rodd warmly, as he made as if to go away.
Uncle Paul was on one side of the table with his big glass bottle; Rodd sat on the other, with his chin resting in his hands, trying to listen to his uncle's discourse, and with his eyelids drooping down now and again. "Bother the flies and moths!" said Uncle Paul testily. "Who's to work with them circling round and round the candles, trying to singe themselves to death?
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