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‘
Hi
,
Juno
,
lass
-
hi
,
old
girl
;
down
,
Daph
,
down
,
’
said
Wardle
,
caressing
the
dogs
.
‘
Sir
Geoffrey
still
in
Scotland
,
of
course
,
Martin
?
’
The
tall
gamekeeper
replied
in
the
affirmative
,
and
looked
with
some
surprise
from
Mr
.
Winkle
,
who
was
holding
his
gun
as
if
he
wished
his
coat
pocket
to
save
him
the
trouble
of
pulling
the
trigger
,
to
Mr
.
Tupman
,
who
was
holding
his
as
if
he
was
afraid
of
it
—
as
there
is
no
earthly
reason
to
doubt
he
really
was
.
‘
My
friends
are
not
much
in
the
way
of
this
sort
of
thing
yet
,
Martin
,
’
said
Wardle
,
noticing
the
look
.
‘
Live
and
learn
,
you
know
.
They
’
ll
be
good
shots
one
of
these
days
.
I
beg
my
friend
Winkle
’
s
pardon
,
though
;
he
has
had
some
practice
.
’
Mr
.
Winkle
smiled
feebly
over
his
blue
neckerchief
in
acknowledgment
of
the
compliment
,
and
got
himself
so
mysteriously
entangled
with
his
gun
,
in
his
modest
confusion
,
that
if
the
piece
had
been
loaded
,
he
must
inevitably
have
shot
himself
dead
upon
the
spot
.
‘
You
mustn
’
t
handle
your
piece
in
that
‘
ere
way
,
when
you
come
to
have
the
charge
in
it
,
Sir
,
’
said
the
tall
gamekeeper
gruffly
;
‘
or
I
’
m
damned
if
you
won
’
t
make
cold
meat
of
some
on
us
.
’
Mr
.
Winkle
,
thus
admonished
,
abruptly
altered
his
position
,
and
in
so
doing
,
contrived
to
bring
the
barrel
into
pretty
smart
contact
with
Mr
.
Weller
’
s
head
.
‘
Hollo
!
’
said
Sam
,
picking
up
his
hat
,
which
had
been
knocked
off
,
and
rubbing
his
temple
.
‘
Hollo
,
sir
!
if
you
comes
it
this
vay
,
you
’
ll
fill
one
o
’
them
bags
,
and
something
to
spare
,
at
one
fire
.
’
Here
the
leather
-
legginged
boy
laughed
very
heartily
,
and
then
tried
to
look
as
if
it
was
somebody
else
,
whereat
Mr
.
Winkle
frowned
majestically
.
