I'm
a-goin' ter foller, and, ef I see ye take a step 'campment way, I'll
have ye both hung, sure pop." Mr. Newcome gave the prostrate constable
two parting kicks in the ribs, and obeyed orders, while his affectionate
daughter followed, until she saw the fugitives safely on the homeward
road. Then she strayed back to the kitchen, and guessed, seeing Ben was
all safe, she'd go home, as the night was fine. She put in half an
hour's irrelevant talk with Mr. Toner after this, and, thereafter, left
him, suggesting, as she departed, that, when his watch was over, he
might look into the stables, where the horses seemed to be restless.
Simple-hearted Ben informed Mr. Bangs that he had heard noises in the
stables, which was not true. Proceeding thither with a lantern he found
only one prisoner, who, on examination, proved to be the constable. He
had attacked the unsavoury potato with his teeth as far as the tightness
of his gag allowed, and was now able to make an audible groan, which
sounded slushy through the moist vegetable medium. When released, he was
speechless with indignation, disappointment, and shame.
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