The old hound took the hint also.
'Now, then, old feller,' cried Sir Harry, staggering up to Mr. Sponge, who
still sat on his horse, in mute astonishment at Sir Harry's mode of
dealing with his hounds. 'Now, then, old feller,' said he, seizing Mr.
Sponge by the hand, 'get rid of your quadruped, and (hiccup) in, and make
yourself "o'er all the (hiccups) of life victorious," as Bob Spangles says,
when he (hiccups) it neat. This is old (hiccup) Peastraw's, a (hiccup)
tenant of mine, and he'll be most (hiccup) to see you.'
'But what must I do with my horse?' asked Mr. Sponge, rubbing some of the
dried sweat off the brown's shoulder as he spoke; adding, 'I should like to
get him a feed of corn.'
'Give him some ale, and a (hiccup) of sherry in it,' replied Sir Harry;
'it'll do him far more good--make his mane grow,' smoothing the horse's
thin, silky mane as he spoke.
'Well, I'll put him up,' replied Mr. Sponge, 'and then come to you,'
throwing himself, jockey fashion, off the horse as he spoke.
'That's a (hiccup) feller,' said Sir Harry; adding, 'here's old Pea himself
come to see after you.
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