He instantly gets himself together, backs over to Durdles, and cries to his assailant, gnashing the great gap in front of his mouth with rage and malice: 'I'll blind yer, s'elp me! I'll stone yer eyes out, s'elp me! If I don't have yer eyesight, bellows me!' At the same time dodging behind Durdles, and snarling at Jasper, now from this side of him, and now from that: prepared, if pounced upon, to dart away in all manner of curvilinear directions, and, if run down after all, to grovel in the dust, and cry: 'Now, hit me when I'm down! Do it!' 'Don't hurt the boy, Mister Jarsper,' urges Durdles, shielding him.
'Recollect yourself.' 'He followed us to-night, when we first came here!' 'Yer lie, I didn't!' replies Deputy, in his one form of polite contradiction.
'He has been prowling near us ever since!' 'Yer lie, I haven't,' returns Deputy.

'I'd only jist come out for my 'elth when I see you two a-coming out of the Kin-freederel.

If I--ket--ches--Im--out--ar--ter--ten!' (with the usual rhythm and dance, though dodging behind Durdles), 'it ain't _any_ fault, is it ?' 'Take him home, then,' retorts Jasper, ferociously, though with a strong check upon himself, 'and let my eyes be rid of the sight of you!' Deputy, with another sharp whistle, at once expressing his relief, and his commencement of a milder stoning of Mr.Durdles, begins stoning that respectable gentleman home, as if he were a reluctant ox.

Mr.Jasper goes to his gatehouse, brooding.

And thus, as everything comes to an end, the unaccountable expedition comes to an end--for the time..