[Cutlass and Cudgel by George Manville Fenn]@TWC D-Link bookCutlass and Cudgel CHAPTER THIRTY 6/7
Grass is so short and slithery that, 'fore you knows where you are, your feet goes from under you, and you can't stop yourself, and over you goes.
And that aren't the worst on it; most like you're never found." "Yes, 'tis very slippy, Miss Celia," said Ram, beginning to hack again at his stick. "I do not come here very often, Ram," she said, quietly.
"It is a long time since I came." "Ay, and I wouldn't come no more, little missus," continued Jemmy, from under his hat, "for if you did not go off, that there dog--" Grip had been looking on uneasily, and turning his head from one to the other, as each spoke in turn; but the minute he heard himself mentioned, he showed his teeth, and began to growl fiercely at the man. "Look ye here," cried Jemmy, sitting up quickly and snatching away his hat, "if you comes at me--see the heel o' that there boot ?" He held up the great heavy object named, ready to kick out, and Grip bared his teeth for an attack. "Down, Grip! Come here, sir.
How dare you ?" But Grip did dare, and he would have dashed at the labourer if Celia had not caught him by the loose skin of his neck, when he began to shake his head and whine in a way that sounded like protesting. "And me giving a bit of advice too," said Jemmy in an ill-used tone. Grip barked fiercely. "Be quiet, sir!" "And going to say, little missus, that if that there dog comes hanging about here, he'll go over them there cliffs as sure as buttons, and never be seen no more." "Come away, Grip.
Thank you, Mr Dadd," said Celia, hurrying the dog away, and giving him a run down along the hollow; while Jemmy Dadd threw himself back, rolled over on to his face, and laughed hoarsely. "I say, young Ram," he cried, "what a game!" "What's a game ?" said the boy sharply. "That there dog; he won't forget that whack I give him on the ribs for long enough." "Needn't have thrown so hard." "Why not ?" "Don't like to see dogs hurt," said Ram, who was dealing with an awkward knot. "Oh, don't you! Why, if your father had been along here with that rusty old gun of hisn, that he shoots rabbits with, and seen that dog scratching among them stones, know what he'd have done ?" "No." "Well, then, I do.
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