Everybody knows where to find Durdles, when he's wanted.' Which, if not strictly true, is approximately so, if taken to express that Durdles may always be found in a state of vagabondage somewhere.
'What I dwell upon most,' says Jasper, pursuing his subject of romantic interest, 'is the remarkable accuracy with which you would seem to find out where people are buried .-- What is the matter?
That bundle is in your way; let me hold it.' Durdles has stopped and backed a little (Deputy, attentive to all his movements, immediately skirmishing into the road), and was looking about for some ledge or corner to place his bundle on, when thus relieved of it.
'Just you give me my hammer out of that,' says Durdles, 'and I'll show you.' Clink, clink.

And his hammer is handed him.
'Now, lookee here.

You pitch your note, don't you, Mr.Jasper ?' 'Yes.' 'So I sound for mine.

I take my hammer, and I tap.' (Here he strikes the pavement, and the attentive Deputy skirmishes at a rather wider range, as supposing that his head may be in requisition.) 'I tap, tap, tap.

Solid! I go on tapping.