By-the-by,
Tom, where's Dash--you'd better look out, or the Commodore's dog,
Grouse, will eat him before morning--mine will not quarrel with him, but
Grouse will to a certainty."
"Then for a sartainty I'll shoot Grouse, and wallop Grouse's master, and
that 'ill be two right things done one mornin'; the first would be a
most darned right one, any how, and kind too! for then A--- would be
forced to git himself a good, nice setter dog, and not go shootin' over
a great old fat bustin' pinter, as isn't worth so much as I be to hunt
birds!"
"Ha! ha! ha!" shouted the Commodore, whom nothing can, by any earthly
means, put out of temper, "ha! ha! ha! I should like to see you shoot
Grouse, Tom, for all the store you set by me, you'd get the worst of
that game. You had better take Archer's advice, I can tell you."
"Archer's advice, indeed! it's likely now that I'd have left my nice
little dog to be spiled by your big brutes, now aint it? Come, come,
here's supper."
"Get something to drink, Jem, along with Timothy, and come in when we've
got through supper."
"Yes, sir," replied the knight of the cut-throat; "I've got some news to
tell you, too, Tom, if you'll wait a bit.
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