Wha's
gotten a bit pipe he's no usin'?" asked the usually sedate minister.
Coristine handed over to him his smoking materials, penknife included;
and Mr. Errol, taking off his coat, sat down on a stone to fill the
pipe, saying, "Nae mair pastoral veesitation for me the day. Gin any
body spiers whaur I am, just tell them I'm renewin' my youth." Timotheus
and Harry carried the prisoner to the waggon, while the veteran and the
lawyer followed, leading the Squire, and carrying the box of treasure.
The fishermen came to see them off, and, then, they descended to the
lake shore and began the sport of the day. Timotheus drove, and the
Squire sat up between him and his affectionate father-in-law. The lawyer
was in the rear seat with the prisoner, who, for greater security, was
lashed to the back of it. Rawdon's revolver was in his captor's hand,
and his skull-cracker in a handy place. Several times, shamming
insensibility, the prince of tricksters endeavoured to throw his
solitary warder off his guard, but the party reached Bridesdale without
his succeeding in loosening a single thong. There was great
consternation when Timotheus drove up to the gate.
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