Soon, he came running back, tearing at
his long iron grey hair, and the tears streaming from his eyes, to the
place where his son-in law was standing. "Get a shate or a quilt or
something, John, till we take it out av that Och, sorra, sorra, the
foine, brave boy!" At once, Mr. Douglas and Timotheus accompanied the
Squire to the little wood, and beheld the owners of the voices, Mr.
Newcome and his intending son-in-law, Ben Toner.
"Aw niver tetched un, Ben. Aw wor jest goan troo t' bush, when aw
stoombled laike over's carkidge and fall, and got t' blood on ma claws,"
said the former to his captor.
"S'haylp me," replied Ben, "ef I thunk it was you as killed the doctor,
I'd put the barl o' this here gun to your hayd and blow out your
braiuns."
"Don't let that man go," said the Squire to Toner.
"Ain't that what I come all this way fer?" answered the lover of
Serlizer.
The Squire and the veteran, with terrible mental upbraidings, raised the
body from its bed of leaves and wood-mould and placed it reverently upon
the sheet, which it stained with blood at once. Then, while the colonel
held one lantern and Wilkinson the other, Mr.
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