Dick o' the Fens Part 49

"Badly! Got the ager!"

"But is he no better?"

"Don't I tell you he's got the ager!" growled the man; and without more ado he took the basket from the extended hand, opened the lid, and turned it upside down, so that its contents rolled upon the sand, and displayed the kind-heartedness of Mrs Winthorpe.

d.i.c.k glanced at Marston and laughed.

"Theer's your basket," growled John Warren. "Want any rabbuds?"

"No; they're out of season, John!" cried d.i.c.k. "You don't want us here, then?"

"Nay; what should I want you here for?" growled the man. "Can't you see I've got the ager?"

"Yes, I see!" cried d.i.c.k; "but you needn't be so precious cross.

Good-night!"

John Warren stared at d.i.c.k, and then at his two companions, and, turning upon his heel, walked back into the hut, while Snig, his dog, seated himself beside the contents of the basket, and kept a self-const.i.tuted guard over them, from which he could not be coaxed.

"Might have showed us something about the Warren," said d.i.c.k in an ill-used tone; "but never mind, there isn't much to see."

He turned to go back to the boat.

"I say, Hicky," he said; "let's go and see Dave. You won't mind poling?"

"He says I won't mind poling, Mester Marston," said Hickathrift with a chuckle. "Here, come along."

John Warren had disappeared into the cottage, but as they walked away some of the rabbits came to the mouths of their holes and watched their departure, while Snig, who could not leave his master's property, uttered a valedictory bark from time to time.

"I say, Mr Marston," cried d.i.c.k, pausing, "isn't he a little beauty, to have such a master! Look at him watching that food, and not touching it. Wait a minute!"

d.i.c.k ran back to the dog and stooped down to open a cloth, when the faithful guard began to snarl at him and show his teeth.

"Why, you ungrateful beggar!" cried d.i.c.k; "I was going to give you a bit of the chicken. Lie down, sir!"

But Snig would not lie down. He only barked the more furiously.

"Do you want me to kick you?" cried d.i.c.k.

Snig evidently did, for not only did he bark, but he began to make charges at the visitor's legs so fiercely that d.i.c.k deemed it prudent to stand still for a few moments.

"Now, then," he said, as the dog seemed to grow more calm; "just see if you can't understand plain Englis.h.!.+"

The dog looked up at him and uttered a low whine, accompanying it by a wag of the tail.

"That's better!" cried d.i.c.k. "I'm going to pull you off a leg of that chicken for yourself. Do you understand?"

Snig gave a short, friendly bark.

"Ah, now you're a sensible dog," said d.i.c.k, stooping down to pick up the cloth in which the chicken was wrapped; but Snig made such a furious onslaught upon him that the boy started back, half in alarm, half in anger, and turned away.

"Won't he let you touch it, Mester d.i.c.k?" chuckled Hickathrift.

"No; and he may go without," said d.i.c.k. "Come along!"

They returned to the boat, Snig giving them a friendly bark or two as they got on board; and directly after, with l.u.s.ty thrusts, the wheelwright sent the punt along in the direction of Dave's home.

The evening was still beautiful, but here and there little patches of mist hung over the water, and the rich glow in the west was fast fading out.

"I say, Mr Marston," said d.i.c.k, "you'll stay at our place to-night?"

"No; I must go home, thank you," was the reply.

"But it will be so late!"

"Can't help that, d.i.c.k. I want to be out early with the men. They came upon a great tree trunk this afternoon, and I want to examine it when it is dug out. Is that Decoy Dave's place?"

"That's it, and there's Chip!" cried d.i.c.k, as the boat neared the sh.o.r.e.

"You see how different he'll be!"

d.i.c.k was right in calling attention to the dog's welcome, for Chip's bark was one of delight from the very first, and das.h.i.+ng down to the water, he rushed in and began swimming rapidly to meet them.

"Why, Chip, old doggie!" cried d.i.c.k, as, snorting and panting with the water he splashed into his nostrils, the dog came aside, and after being lifted into the boat gave himself a shake, and then thrust his nose into every hand in turn. "This is something like a dog, Mr Marston!"

continued d.i.c.k.

"Yes; but he would behave just the same as the other," said the engineer.

"Here's Dave," said d.i.c.k. "Hoy, Dave!"

The decoy-man came slowly down toward the sh.o.r.e to meet them, and waved his hand in answer to d.i.c.k's call.

"Oh, I am sorry!" cried the latter. "I wish I'd brought him something too. I daresay he's as bad as John Warren."

Dave's appearance proved the truth of d.i.c.k's a.s.sertion. The decoy-man never looked healthy, but now he seemed ghastly of aspect and exceedingly weak, as he leaned upon the tall staff he held in his hand.

"We've come to see how you are, Dave," cried d.i.c.k as the boat b.u.mped up against the boggy edge of the landing-place.

"That's kindly, Mester d.i.c.k. Servant, mester. How do, neighbour?"

Dave's head went up and down as if he had a hinge at the back; and as the party landed, he too s.h.i.+vered and looked exceedingly feverish and ill.

"Why, Dave, my man, you ought to see a doctor!" said Mr Marston, kindly.

"Nay, sir, no good to do ought but bear it. Soon be gone. Only a s.h.i.+vering fit."

"Well, I'm trying to doctor you," said the engineer, laughing. "Once we get the fen drained, ague will begin to die out."

"Think so, mester?"

"I am sure so."