Brownsmiths Boy - A Romance in a Garden - Page 214/241

"`Where's young Grant and the boy?' he says.

"`What! ain't they come?' I says, and I told him.

"`And you've left the dog behind too,' he says, quite waxy with me.

"`No,' I says; `she come home along o' me and went into her kennel.' "`She's not there now,' he says.

"`Then,' says I, `she's gone back to meet 'em.' "`Then there's something wrong,' he says sharply; `and look here, Ike,

if you've let that boy come to harm I'll never forgive you.' "`Why, I'd sooner come to harm myself,' I says. `It's larks, that's

what it is.' "`Well,' he says, `I'll wait till twelve o'clock, and if they're not

back then you must come along with me and find 'em, for there is

something wrong.' "I never cared a bit about you, my lad, but I couldn't sleep no more,

and I couldn't touch a bit o' breakfast; and when twelve o'clock came,

Mrs Old Brownsmith's brother's wife had been at me with a face as white

as noo milk, and she wanted us to go off before.

"We was off at twelve, though, in the light cart and with a fresh horse;

and though I expected to see you every minute along the road, we got

back to the public, and asked for you, and found that you hadn't been

seen.

"Then we put up the hoss and went and looked about the sand-pits, and

could see nothing of you there, and we didn't see nothing of the dog.

Then we went over the common and searched the wood, and there was no

sign.

"Then back we was at the sand-pits, and there was the sand everywhere,

but nothing seemed to say as it had fallen down. There was some holes,

and we looked in all of 'em, but we couldn't tell that any of 'em had

filled up. Last of all, it was getting dark, when we heard a whine, and

saw Juno come out of the fir-wood on the top with a rabbit in her mouth.

"But that taught us nothing, and we coaxed her down to the public again,

and drove home.

"`I've got it,' I says, as we stood in the stable-yard: `that boy

Shock's got him on to it, and they've gone off to Portsmouth to be

sailors.' "Old Brownsmith's brother looked at me and shook his head, but I stack

to it I was right; and he said he'd go down to Portsmouth and see.

"But he didn't, for next day he goes over to Isleworth, and as I was

coming out of the garden next night he was back, and he stops me and

takes me to the cottage.