You too, sir," he turned to Mr.Mortimer and led the way.

"Hullo!"-- he let out a kick at Godolphus snuffling at the yard gate, and Godolphus, smitten on the ribs, fled yelping.

"Who the devil owns that cur ?" demanded Mr.Hucks, pushing the gate open.
"I do," answered a voice just within, close at his elbow.

"An' I'll arsk you not to fergit it.

Ought to be ashamed o' yerself, kickin' a pore dumb animal like that!" "Eh ?" Mr.Hucks passed down into the darkness.