He dropped his head and said
sullenly: "Wot, walk all the way over there?"
Before he could say another word a tin-dish left a dinge on the back of
his skull that will accompany him to his grave if he lives to be a
thousand.
"You wretch, you! Why don't you run when I tell you?"
Joe sprang in the air like a shot wallaby.
"I'll not go AT ALL now--y' see!" he answered, starting to cry. Then Sal
put on her hat and ran for Maloney.
Meanwhile Dave took the horses out, walked inside, and threw himself on
the sofa without uttering a word. He felt ill.
Mother was in a paroxysm of fright. She threw her arms about frantically
and cried for someone to come. At last she sat down and tried to think
what she could do. She thought of the very thing, and ran for the
carving-knife, which she handed to Dave with shut eyes. He motioned her
with a disdainful movement of the elbow to take it away.
Would Maloney never come! He was coming, hat in hand, and running for
dear life across the potato-paddock. Behind him was his man. Behind his
man--Sal, out of breath. Behind her, Mrs. Maloney and the children.
"Phwat's the thrubble?" cried Maloney.
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