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Dick o’ the Fens

CHAPTER FOUR
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"We shall be swept far past it if we go on.

Can you hold the punt with your pole ?" "Nay, no more'n you could a bull with a bit o' tar band, mester.

We mun keep a sharp look-out for the next tree, and lay hold of the branches and stop there.

D'ye hear, lads ?" "Aye, what is it ?" came from the other boat.
"Look out for the next tree, and hing on till daylight." Dave uttered a grunt, and they floated on and on for nearly a quarter of an hour before Dick uttered a loud "Look out!" "I see her, my lad," cried Hickathrift; and he tried to give the boat a good thrust by means of his pole; but though he touched bottom it was soft peat, and his pole went down, and the next moment they were crashing through the top of a willow, with the boat tilting up on one side and threatening to fill; but just as the water began to pour in, there was a whishing and crackling noise as it passed over the obstacle and swung clear, with Hickathrift holding on to a branch with all his might.
"Look out! Can you tek howd, lad ?" came from the other boat, which came gliding out of the darkness, just clear of the tree.
As it came on, Dick caught the pole Dave held out to him and checked the progress of the little punt; but he had miscalculated his strength as opposed to the force of the current, and after a jerk, which seemed to be tearing his arms out of their sockets, he was being dragged out of the boat, and half over, when his father seized him round the hips.
"Can you hold on, Dick ?" cried the squire.
"A--a little while," panted the lad.
"Get howd o' the pole, mester," shouted Warren from the other boat.
"I can't, man, without loosing the boy.

We shall have to let you go." "Let go, then," growled Dave; "we can find our way somehow." "Nay," shouted Hickathrift.


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