over to Durdles, and cries to his assailant, gnashing the great gap in front of his mouth with rage and malice:
"I'll blind yer, s'elp me! I'll stone yer eyes out, s'elp me! If I don't have yer eyesight, bellows me!" At the same time dodging behind Durdles, and snarling at Jasper, now from this side of him, and now from that: prepared, if pounced upon, to dart away in all manner of curvilinear directions, and, if run down after all, to grovel in the dust, and cry: "Now, hit me when I'm down! Do it!"
"Don't hurt the boy, Mister Jarsper," urges Durdles, shielding him. "Recollect yourself."
"He followed us to-night, when we first came here!"
"Yer lie, I didn't!" replies Deputy, in his one form of polite contradiction.
"He has been prowling near us ever since!"
"Yer lie, I haven't," returns Deputy. "I'd only jist come out for my 'elth when I see you two a coming out of the Kinfreederel. If—
"I—ket—ches—Im—out—ar—ter—ten,"
(with the usual rhythm and dance, though dodging behind Durdles), "it ain't my fault, is it?"
"Take him home, then," retorts Jasper, ferociously, though with a strong check upon himself, "and let my eyes be rid of the sight of you!"
Deputy, with another sharp whistle, at once expressing his relief, and his commencement of a milder stoning of Mr. Durdles, begins stoning that respectable gentleman home, as if he were a reluctant ox. Mr. Jasper goes to his Gate House, brooding. And thus, as everything comes to an end, the unaccountable expedition comes to an end—for the time.
