"Give me my supper, my dear girls,"
said Edward, "and then you shall know all about it."
As soon as Edward had satisfied his craving appetite--for he had not,
as my readers must recollect, eaten any thing since his departure
early in the morning from the house of Oswald Partridge--he entered
into a narrative of the events of the day. They all listened with
great interest; and when Edward had finished, Pablo, the gipsy boy,
jumped up and said,
"Now he is in the pit, to-morrow morning I take gun and shoot him."
"No, no, Pablo, you must not do that," replied Edward, laughing.
"Pablo," said little Edith, "go and sit down; you must not shoot
people."
"He shoot master then," said Pablo; "he very bad man."
"But if you shoot him, you will be a bad boy, Pablo," replied Edith,
who appeared to have assumed an authority over him. Pablo did not
appear to understand this, but he obeyed the order of his little
mistress, and resumed his seat at the chimney corner.
"But, Edward," said Humphrey, "what do you propose to do?"
"I hardly know; my idea was to let him remain there for a day or two,
and then send to Oswald to let him know where the fellow was."
"The only objection to that is," replied Humphrey, "that you say his
gun went off as he fell into the pit; it may be probable that he is
wounded, and if so, he might die if he is left there.
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