'Here's Tom Washball in time for once, I declare!' exclaimed Mr. Fyle, as
Mr. Washball cantered up in apple-pie order.
'Wonders will never cease!' observed Fossick, looking Washy over.
So the field sat in a ring about the hounds in the centre of which, as
usual, were Jack and Lord Scamperdale, looking with their great
tortoise-shell-rimmed spectacles, and short grey whiskers trimmed in a
curve up to their noses, like a couple of horned owls in hats.
'Here's the man on the cow!' exclaimed Jack, as he espied Sponge and
Jawleyford rising the hill together, easing their horses by standing in
their stirrups and holding on by their manes.
'You don't say so!' exclaimed Lord Scamperdale, turning his horse in the
direction Jack was looking, and staring for hard life too. 'So there is, I
declare!' observed he.' And who the deuce is this with him?'
'That ass Jawleyford, as I live!' exclaimed Jack, as the blue-coated
servant now hove in sight.
'So it is!' said Lord Scamperdale; 'the confounded humbug!'
'This boy'll be after one of the young ladies,' observed Jack; 'not one of
the writing chaps we thought he was.
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