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“Lord help us, they are perfect devils!” said Marks, heading the retreat down the rocks with much more of a will than he had joined the ascent, while all the party came tumbling precipitately after him,- the fat constable, in particular, blow- ing and puffing in a very energetic manner. “I say, fellers,” said Marks, “you jist go round and pick up Tom, there, while I run and get on to my horse, to go back for help,- that’s you;” and, without mind- ing the hootings and jeers of his company, Marks was as good as his word, and was soon seen galloping away. “Was ever such a sneaking varmint?” said one of the men; “to come on his business, and he clear out and leave us this yer way! “Well, we must pick up that feller,” said another. “Cuss me if I much care whether he is dead or alive.” The men, led by the groans of Tom, scrambled and crackled through stumps, logs and bushes, to where that hero lay groaning and swearing, with alternate ve- hemence. “Ye keep it agoing pretty loud, Tom,” said one. “Ye much hurt? “Don’t know. Get me up, can’t ye? Blast that infernal Quaker! If it hadn’t been for him, I’d a pitched some on ‘em down here, to see how they liked it.” With much labor and groaning the fallen hero was assisted to rise; and, with one holding him up under each shoulder, they got him as far as the horses. |
