It's a cousin of mine, sir." "What is ?" "He is taken bad, sir," Nuttall lied promptly upon the cue that Kent himself had afforded him.

"Is the doctor here ?" "That's his hut yonder." Kent pointed carelessly.

"If he's not there, he'll be somewhere else." And he took himself off.

He was a surly, ungracious beast at all times, readier with the lash of his whip than with his tongue.
Nuttall watched him go with satisfaction, and even noted the direction that he took.

Then he plunged into the enclosure, to verify in mortification that Dr.Blood was not at home.