Then Hawker said in a fierce whisper,-- "You clumsy hound; why did you let him make that noise?
I shall never get it out of my head again, if I live till a hundred.

Let's get out of this place before I go mad; I could not stay in the house with it for salvation.

Get his horse, and come along." They got the two horses, and rode away into the night; but Hawker, in his nervous anxiety to get away, dropped a handsome cavalry pistol,--a circumstance which nearly cost Doctor Mulhaus his life.
They rode till after daylight, taking a course toward the sea, and had gone nearly twelve miles before George discovered his loss, and broke out into petulant imprecations.
"I wouldn't have lost that pistol for five pounds," he said; "no, nor more.

I shall never have one like it again.

I've put over a parrot at twenty yards with it." "Go back and get it, then," said Moody, "if it's so valuable.