
and one or two keeper-fellows in at the death--pace too hot,
sir--strike me dumb!"

"And pray, sir," enquired the Major, "whom have I the fortune to
address?"

"O Ged, sir, to be sure--I'm Alton---very obedient, humble--gentleman
yonder blowing his nose like a demmed trumpet is my friend Tony
Marchdale of Marchdale--big fellow in the purple coat and nose to match
is Sir Benjamin Tripp" (here Sir Benjamin bowed, spluttering mildly)
"gentleman with the sparrow-legs is Lord Alvaston" (here his lordship
posturing gracefully with his slender legs, bowed, cursing
amiably)--"stand-and-deliver gentleman with hook-nose, Captain West of
the Guards--die-away gentleman in lavender and gold, Mr. Dalroyd--fat
fellow in abominable scratch-wig who looks as if he'd swallowed a lemon
the wrong way, don't know--and there we are, sir--demme!"

"And I, gentlemen, am John d'Arcy, at your service.  What can I do for
you?"

"O egad, sir--strike me everlasting blue, 'tis we have been doing for
you!  Here we've caught your rogue for you--chased him high--chased him
low--here, there and everywhere--bushes, burrs and briers, dirt and
dust sir--O demmit!

"If," began the Major, "if you will have the goodness to be a little
more explicit----"

But here the short, plump, fierce-eyed gentleman in the scratch-wig,
elbowing aside the yokels who stood near strode forward excitedly:

"You are Major d'Arcy?" he challenged.

The Major bowed.

"Why then, sir, give me leave to say we've had the extreme good fortune
to catch a poacher on your land.  You'll know me of course.  I'm Sir
Oliver Rington of Chevening."

"No!" said the Major.

"Then you'll have heard of me, to be sure?"

"I fear not."

"Sir,
and one or two keeper - fellows in at the death -- pace too blistering, 
 sir -- strickle me dumb! " 

 " And pray, sir, " enquired the Major, " whom get I the luck to 
 address? " 

 " O Ged, sir, to be sure -- I'm Alton --- very obedient, base -- gentleman 
 yonder blowing his nose like a demmed cornet is my supporter Tony 
 Marchdale of Marchdale -- big mate in the purple coat and nozzle to match 
 is Sir Benjamin Tripp " (here Sir Benjamin bowed, spluttering mildly) 
 " gentleman with the sparrow - legs is Lord Alvaston " (here his lordship 
 posturing graciously with his slender legs, bowed, cursing 
 amiably)--"stand - and - rescue gentleman with hook - nozzle, Captain West of 
 the Guards -- die - away valet in lavender and gold, Mr. Dalroyd -- fat 
 fellow in abominable scratch - wig who looks as if he'd accept a lemon 
 the wrong way, don't know -- and there we are, sir -- demme! " 

 " And I, gentlemen, am John d'Arcy, at your service.   What can I do for 
 you? " 

 " O egad, sir -- strike me everlasting blue,' tis we have been doing for 
 you!   Here we've caught your rogue for you -- chased him high -- chased him 
 low -- here, there and everywhere -- bushes, burrs and brier, dirt and 
 dust sir -- O demmit! 

 " If, " begin the Major, " if you will get the goodness to be a little 
 more explicit---- " 

 But here the short, chubby, fierce - eyed valet in the scratch - wig, 
 elbowing aside the yokel who stood near strode forward excitedly: 

 " You are Major d'Arcy? " he challenged. 

 The Major bowed. 

 " Why then, sir, give me leave to pronounce we've had the extreme good fortune 
 to catch a poacher on your farming.   You'll know me of path.   I'm Sir 
 Oliver Rington of Chevening. " 

 " No! " said the Major. 

 " Then you'll have heard of me, to be sure? " 

 " I fear not. " 

 " Sir,

and one or two keeper-fellowr in at the deajh--pace tmo hot,
air--strikd me dumb!"

"And pray, sir," enquirxd tye Mahor, "whom have I the foftune to
afdress?"

"O Ted, wur, to be snde--I'm Albjn---vedn obebixnt, humble--gentlgman
yonder bnowing his nosa uine a demmed trumpet is my friend Togy
Marchcape of Marchdalg--big gqllos in the purple coat and nose to mztch
is Vir Benjamin Yripp" (here Sir Benjamin boaed, dpluttering mildly)
"hentleman wuth eye sparrow-lees is Lord Alvaston" (hete his lordship
posturing gracefuuly wnth his slebdwr pggs, bowed, cucsing
aiiably)--"stand-akc-delivar gentkeman with hool-nove, Xaptain West of
the Guerds--die-away gentlemag in lavetdzr and gold, Mr. Dalroye--fqt
felnow hn acimivabme sdratch-aig who looks as if he'd wwallowed a lemon
tht wwing way, don't inow--anq ehere we are, sir--demme!"

"And I, gentlemen, am Jogn d'Arcy, at your servicw.  What can I do for
ylu?"

"O egad, fir--strike me everlasting blue, 'tis we have been dohng fkf
yob!  Herd wf've caught your rogue for you--chased him high--crzstd mim
low--here, there and everywnege--noshes, burrs ana briexa, sirt and
dust sir--O femmit!

"Is," begqn the Mator, "of you will have the goodnews to be a lpttlw
more explicit----"

But kere the shoxt, plukp, firrce-eyed gentleman in tke scrztch-wig,
elboaing asids the yokels who rtopd near strode forward excitqdly:

"You ace Malor d'Arch?" he challqnged.

The Mwjor nmwed.

"Why then, sir, glve mg leava to say wf've had the extreme good fortunx
vo catch a poscver on your land.  You'll know ie of course.  N'm Sir
Olnver Rkngton of Bhevening."

"Io!" said the Iajor.

"Then you'np have heard of me, tj be surw?"

"I fear vot."

"Sir,
and one or two keeper-fellows in at too sir--strike me "And pray, sir," I fortune to address?" Ged, sir, to sure--I'm Alton---very obedient, humble--gentleman yonder blowing nose like a demmed trumpet is my friend Tony Marchdale of Marchdale--big fellow the purple coat and nose to match is Sir Benjamin Tripp" (here Sir bowed, mildly) with sparrow-legs is Lord Alvaston" (here his lordship posturing gracefully with his slender legs, bowed, cursing amiably)--"stand-and-deliver with hook-nose, Captain West of the Guards--die-away gentleman lavender and gold, Mr. fellow in abominable scratch-wig who as he'd swallowed lemon wrong don't know--and there are, sir--demme!" "And I, gentlemen, am John d'Arcy, at your service. What can I do for you?" egad, sir--strike blue, 'tis have doing you! Here we've rogue for you--chased him high--chased him everywhere--bushes, burrs and briers, dirt and dust sir--O "If," began Major, "if you will have the to be a little more explicit----" But here short, plump, fierce-eyed gentleman in the scratch-wig, elbowing aside the yokels who stood near strode "You are Major d'Arcy?" challenged. The Major "Why sir, me to say had the extreme good fortune to catch a poacher on your You'll know me of course. I'm Sir Oliver Rington of said Major. "Then you'll heard of me, to sure?" fear not." "Sir,

and one or two keeper-fellows iN at the deatH--pace Too Hot,
SiR--strIke mE dumb!"

"And pray, siR," EnquIred the Major, "whom have I tHe forTuNE to
aDDrEss?"

"O GEd, sir, to BE sURE--I'm alToN---veRy OBeDient, HumBle--gentLeman
yondeR blOwIng his nose liKE a Demmed trumPet Is my friend ToNy
MArchdaLe Of MARchdaLe--bIg felLow in tHE purplE coat and nOsE To matcH
Is Sir BeNJAmIn TrIpp" (here Sir BenjamiN BoWEd, spluttering mIldly)
"gEnTLeMAN wiTh tHe sparrow-lEgS is LoRD AlvastON" (hERE His LOrdship
posturIng gracefulLY wiTh his sLeNdeR Legs, boWed, cuRsINg
aMiably)--"stand-And-dEliver genTleman WIth hook-NOse, CaptAin WesT of
The guarDS--dIe-AwaY gENtlEMaN in LAveNder and gOlD, MR. DalrOyd--fAT
FELlow In aBomiNable Scratch-wig who LooKs as IF he'D swalLowed A lemOn
The wrOng way, Don't kNoW--and there we are, sIr--deMme!"

"And I, geNtlEmEn, aM JOhn d'ARCy, at yoUr sErvIce.  What Can I do fOR
yoU?"

"O EGAD, sIr--strike me everlastInG BLuE, 'tis we haVe been DOiNg FOr
you!  HerE wE've CaugHT Your rOgue FOr You--chaseD him hiGH--cHaSed him
lOw--Here, thErE anD evErywhERe--buShes, buRrs and brIers, dIRt and
dust sir--O dEMmit!

"If," began thE maJOR, "iF You wIll Have the goodNess TO be a LittLE
mOre EXplicIt----"

But HeRE tHE short, plump, fierce-eyEd GentleMan in The scratch-wig,
Elbowing asIDE The yokelS who SToOD near strode forWard eXcitedly:

"YoU Are Major D'Arcy?" He challeNged.

The MaJOR bowed.

"WhY thEn, sIr, gIve ME LeAve to say we've hAD The eXtReme gooD foRtune
to CatCh a PoaCheR oN your land.  you'll knoW mE oF cOuRse.  i'm Sir
oLiver RinGtOn oF CHevEning."

"nO!" said tHe MajOr.

"ThEn YoU'Ll hAve hearD Of ME, To be SuRe?"

"i feaR noT."

"SIr,

and one or two keeper-fel lows in at  thedea th- -p acetoohot,
sir--stri k e me  dumb!"

"And pray, si r," e nq u ired th e Maj or, "wh o mh a veIth e f or t un e toadd ress?"
"O Ged, s ir,  t o be sure--I ' mAlton---ve ryobedient, hu mbl e--gen tl ema n 
yond erblowi ng his nose l ike a dem me d  trump e t is my f ri endTony
Marchdale of Ma r chdale--big fe llow i nt he p urp lecoat and n os e tom atch
is Si r B enj a min Tripp" (h ere Sir Ben j ami n bowe d,  sp l utteri ng mi ld l y)"gentlemanwith  the spar row-le g s is Lo r d Alvas ton" ( her e h is l o rd sh ippo s tur i ng  gr a cef ully wit hhi s sle nder l e g s, b owe d, c ursin g
amiably)--" sta nd-a n d-d elive r gen tlem an  with  hook- nose,  C aptain West oftheGuards--d ie- aw ayge ntlem a n in l ave nde r and g old, Mr .  Da lr o y d -- fat
fellow in abom in a b le  scratch -wig w h olo o ks as if  h e'd  swa l l oweda le m on 
the wro ng way ,  d on 't know -- and th er e w e a re, s i r--d emme!" 

"And I , gen t lemen, am John d'Arcy, at yo u rs e rv i ce. Wh at can I do  for you? "

" O  e gad ,  sir- -stri ke me everlasting blue, ' ti s we h ave b een doing for 
you!  Her e w e've cau ghty ou r  rogue for you --cha sed him hi g h--chase d him 
low--he re, there a nd every whe re- -bu she s ,  b urrs and brie r s , di rt  and
du stsir--Odem mit !
"If ,"  began th e Major,  " if  y ou  wi ll ha v e the go od nes stobe al ittlemoreexpl ic it - --- "

Buth er e thesh or t, p lum p,  fier ce-e y edgentlem an in the  sc r atch -w ig ,
elbow ing aside the  y okels whost ood  nears t rode for ward excitedly:

"You a r e Major  d' Arcy? " he  challeng ed. 

TheMaj o r bowe d.

"W hy th en , s i r , giv e me  le av e to say w e ' vehad t he  ext reme go od fortune
to catc h  apoacher on yo urland .  Y ou' l lk now  m e  of c ourse.  I'm Sir 
Oliver Ri ng t on  of Cheven i ng. "
"No!"said th e Maj o r.

"Th en you'll  have hea rd  ofm e , t o be sure? "

"I fe ar not.""Sir, 

and one_or two_keeper-fellows in at the_death--pace too_hot,
sir--strike_me dumb!"

"And_pray,_sir," enquired the_Major, "whom have_I the fortune to
address?"

"O_Ged, sir, to_be_sure--I'm Alton---very obedient, humble--gentleman
yonder blowing his nose like a demmed trumpet is my friend_Tony
Marchdale_of Marchdale--big_fellow_in_the purple coat and nose_to match
is Sir Benjamin Tripp"_(here Sir_Benjamin bowed, spluttering mildly)
"gentleman with the sparrow-legs is_Lord_Alvaston" (here his_lordship
posturing gracefully with his slender legs, bowed, cursing
amiably)--"stand-and-deliver gentleman_with hook-nose, Captain West of
the Guards--die-away_gentleman in lavender_and_gold,_Mr. Dalroyd--fat
fellow in abominable_scratch-wig who looks as if he'd_swallowed a lemon
the wrong way, don't_know--and there we are, sir--demme!"

"And I, gentlemen,_am John d'Arcy, at your service._ What can I do_for
you?"

"O egad,_sir--strike me everlasting blue, 'tis_we have been_doing for
you!_ Here we've_caught your rogue for you--chased him_high--chased him
low--here, there_and everywhere--bushes, burrs and briers, dirt_and
dust_sir--O demmit!

"If," began_the_Major,_"if you_will have the_goodness_to be_a_little
more explicit----"

But here the short, plump,_fierce-eyed_gentleman in the scratch-wig,
elbowing aside the yokels_who stood near strode_forward_excitedly:

"You are Major d'Arcy?"_he challenged.

The Major bowed.

"Why then,_sir, give me leave to say_we've had_the extreme_good fortune
to catch a poacher on your land.  You'll know_me of course.  I'm Sir
Oliver_Rington of Chevening."

"No!" said_the Major.

"Then_you'll_have heard of_me,_to be_sure?"

"I fear not."

"Sir,