Brownsmiths Boy - A Romance in a Garden - Page 82/241

"No," I shouted, as I gave the leg a snatch and hung on, "Come down, you

thieving rascal, come down."

"Why, it's you, is it?" came from the top of the wall, a little plainer

now.

"What! George Day!" I exclaimed, but without relaxing my hold.

"Oh, you sneak!" he cried. "Let go, will you."

"No," I cried stoutly. "Come down."

"Sha'n't. It ain't your place. Let go, you sneak."

"I sha'n't," I cried angrily. "Come down, you thief."

"If you call me a thief I'll come down and half smash you. Let go!"

His courage returned as he found out who was his captor, and he kicked

out savagely, but I held on.

"Do you hear?" he cried. "Here, let go, and I'll give you a fourpenny

piece out of my next pocket-money."

"You come down to Mr Brownsmith," I cried.

"Get out! You know who I am: George Day."

"I know you're a thief, and I shall take you up to Mr Brownsmith," I

said, "and here he comes."

"If you don't let go," he cried with a sudden access of fury, "I'll just

come down and I'll--"

He did not finish his threat. I daresay it would have been something

very dreadful, but I was not in the least frightened as I held on; but

as he clung to the big quaint coping of the wall he suddenly gave two or

three such tremendous kicks that one of them, aided by his getting his

free foot on my shoulder, was given with such force that I was driven

backwards, and after staggering a few steps, caught my heel and came

down in a sitting position upon the path.

I leaped to my feet again, but only just in time to hear a scuffling

noise on the top of the wall, the sound of some one dropping on the

other side, and then pat, pat, pat, steps fast repeated, as my

prisoner ran away.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, with a stamp of the foot in my disappointment.

"Chiv-ee! Why, ho! Where are yer?"

"Here, Shock!" I cried in answer to the shout on my right, and the boy

came running up.

"Got him?"

"No," I replied. "He climbed up the wall and kicked me backwards.

Didn't you catch one?"

"No. They skiddled off like rabbuts, and the one I tried to run down

dodged me in the dark, and when I heerd him he was close up to the fence

t'other side, and got away. Didn't I give it some of 'em though!"

"Oh! I do wish we had caught one," I exclaimed; and then I felt as if I

did not wish so, especially as the boy I had chased was George Day.

"They didn't get the pears," said Shock suddenly; and now it struck me

that we had suddenly grown to be wonderfully talkative, and the best of

friends.