Bob, son of Battle . he spoke there was a crash in the wood above them;a sound as of some big body bursting furiously throughbrushwood. The two men rushed to the top of the rise. In thedarkness they could see nothing; only, standing still andholding their breaths, they could hear the faint sound,ever growing fainter, of some creature splashing in a hastygallop over the wet moors. Yons him! Yons no fox, Ill tak oath. And a mainbig un, too, hark to him! cried Jim. Then to Gyp, whohad rushed off in hot pursuit: Coom back, use o you agin a gallopin potamus? Gradually the sounds die
Bob, son of Battle . he spoke there was a crash in the wood above them;a sound as of some big body bursting furiously throughbrushwood. The two men rushed to the top of the rise. In thedarkness they could see nothing; only, standing still andholding their breaths, they could hear the faint sound,ever growing fainter, of some creature splashing in a hastygallop over the wet moors. Yons him! Yons no fox, Ill tak oath. And a mainbig un, too, hark to him! cried Jim. Then to Gyp, whohad rushed off in hot pursuit: Coom back, use o you agin a gallopin potamus? Gradually the sounds died away and away, and were nomore. Thots im the devil! said the Master at length. Nay; the devil has a tail, they do say, replied Jimthoughtfully. For already the light of suspicion wasfocussing its red glare. 148 DEATH ON THE MARSHES Noo I reckn were in for bloody times amang thesheep for a while, said the Master, as Jim picked up hisbags. Better a sheep nor a mon, answered the postman,still harping on the old ~^2Z=7 ^tzZ
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