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Old
Orlick
growled
,
as
if
he
had
nothing
to
say
about
that
,
and
we
all
went
on
together
.
I
asked
him
presently
whether
he
had
been
spending
his
half
-
holiday
up
and
down
town
?
"
Yes
,
"
said
he
,
"
all
of
it
.
I
come
in
behind
yourself
.
I
didn
’
t
see
you
,
but
I
must
have
been
pretty
close
behind
you
.
By
the
by
,
the
guns
is
going
again
.
"
"
At
the
Hulks
?
"
said
I
.
"
Ay
!
There
’
s
some
of
the
birds
flown
from
the
cages
.
The
guns
have
been
going
since
dark
,
about
.
You
’
ll
hear
one
presently
.
"
In
effect
,
we
had
not
walked
many
yards
further
,
when
the
well
-
remembered
boom
came
towards
us
,
deadened
by
the
mist
,
and
heavily
rolled
away
along
the
low
grounds
by
the
river
,
as
if
it
were
pursuing
and
threatening
the
fugitives
.
"
A
good
night
for
cutting
off
in
,
"
said
Orlick
.
"
We
’
d
be
puzzled
how
to
bring
down
a
jail
-
bird
on
the
wing
,
to
-
night
.
"
The
subject
was
a
suggestive
one
to
me
,
and
I
thought
about
it
in
silence
.
Mr
.
Wopsle
,
as
the
ill
-
requited
uncle
of
the
evening
’
s
tragedy
,
fell
to
meditating
aloud
in
his
garden
at
Camberwell
.
Orlick
,
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
slouched
heavily
at
my
side
.
It
was
very
dark
,
very
wet
,
very
muddy
,
and
so
we
splashed
along
.
Now
and
then
,
the
sound
of
the
signal
cannon
broke
upon
us
again
,
and
again
rolled
sulkily
along
the
course
of
the
river
.
I
kept
myself
to
myself
and
my
thoughts
.
Mr
.
Wopsle
died
amiably
at
Camberwell
,
and
exceedingly
game
on
Bosworth
Field
,
and
in
the
greatest
agonies
at
Glastonbury
.
Orlick
sometimes
growled
,
"
Beat
it
out
,
beat
it
out
—
Old
Clem
!
With
a
clink
for
the
stout
—
Old
Clem
!
"
I
thought
he
had
been
drinking
,
but
he
was
not
drunk
.
Thus
,
we
came
to
the
village
The
way
by
which
we
approached
it
took
us
past
the
Three
Jolly
Bargemen
,
which
we
were
surprised
to
find
—
it
being
eleven
o
’
clock
—
in
a
state
of
commotion
,
with
the
door
wide
open
,
and
unwonted
lights
that
had
been
hastily
caught
up
and
put
down
scattered
about
.
Mr
.
Wopsle
dropped
in
to
ask
what
was
the
matter
(
surmising
that
a
convict
had
been
taken
)
,
but
came
running
out
in
a
great
hurry
.
