The Vast Abyss Part 17
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Tom involuntarily raised his hand to a tender spot on his right cheek, left from his encounter with his cousin, and the lad grinned.
"No, not that side, t'other," said the fellow. "Now then, just you hook it. You 'ain't no business here."
"As much business as you have," said Tom stoutly, for the lad's manner made his blood begin to flow more freely.
"No, you 'ain't; you're only a stranger, and just come."
"Anybody must have a right to come through here so long as he isn't poaching."
The lad gave a sharp look round, and then turned menacingly to Tom, with his fist doubled, and thrust his face forward.
"Just you say as I've been poaching agen, and I'll let you know."
His manner was so menacing that the dog read war, and set up a few hairs on the back of his neck, and uttered a low snarl.
"Yes, and I'll set the dog at yer too. Who's been poaching? Just you say that again."
"You look as if you had," said Tom stoutly, but with a very uncomfortable feeling running through him, for the dog's teeth were white and long, and looked just the kind to get a good hold of a running person's leg.
"Oh, I do, do I?" said the lad. "I'll soon let you know about that.
Just you tell tales about me, and I'll half smash yer. I don't know as I won't now."
His manner was more menacing than ever, and Tom was beginning to feel that he would be compelled to place himself upon his defence, and signalise his coming to Furzebrough with another encounter, when, faintly-heard, came the striking of a church clock, borne on the soft morning breeze, arousing Tom to the fact that he must be a good way on towards an hour's walk back to his uncle's, and bringing up memories of his punctuality.
"Mustn't be late the first morning," he thought, just as the young rabbit poacher gave him a thrust back with his shoulder, and turning sharply he darted among the trees, and began to run toward his new home.
"Yah! coward!" was yelled after him, and a lump of sandy iron-stone struck him full in the back, making him wince; but he did not stop, only dodged in and out among the pine-trees, taking what he believed to be the right direction for the village. Then he ran faster, for he heard his a.s.sailant's voice urging on the dog.
"Ciss! Fetch him, Bob!" and glancing over his shoulder, he saw that the mongrel-looking brute was in full pursuit, snarling and uttering a low bark from time to time.
Tom's first and natural instinct was to run faster, in the hope that the dog would soon weary of the pursuit, and faster he did run, suffering from an unpleasant feeling of fear, for it is by no means pleasant to have a powerful, keen-toothed dog at your heels, one that has proved its ability to bite, and evidently intending to repeat the performance.
Tom ran, and the dog ran, and the latter soon proved that four legs are better for getting over the ground than two; for the next minute he was close up, snapping at the boy's legs, leaping at his hands, and sending him into a profuse perspiration.
"Ciss! fetch him down, boy!" came from a distance, and the dog responded by a bark and a snap at Tom's leg, which nearly took effect as he ran with all his might, and made him so desperate that he suddenly stopped short as the dog made a fresh snap, struck against him, and then from the effort rolled over and over on the ground.
Before it could gather itself up for a fresh attack Tom, in his desperation, stooped down and picked up the nearest thing to him--to wit, a good-sized fir-cone, which he hurled at the dog with all his might. It was very light, and did not hit its mark, but the young poacher's dog was a bad character, and must have known it. Certainly it had had stones thrown at it before that morning, and evidently under the impression that it was about to have its one eye knocked out or its head split, it uttered a piercing whining cry, tucked its thin tail between its legs, and began to run back toward its master as fast as it could go, chased by another fir-cone, which struck the ground close by it, and elicited another yelp.
Tom laughed, and at the same time felt annoyed with himself.
"Why didn't I do it at first?" he said; "and that isn't the worst of it--that fellow will think I ran away because I was afraid of him."
This last thought formed the subject upon which Tom dwelt all the way back, and he was still busy over an argument with himself as to whether he had been afraid of the young poacher or no, when, after missing the way two or three times among the firs, he caught sight of the church clock pointing to a quarter to eight.
"Just time to get in," he said, as he increased his pace; and then--"Yes, I suppose it was afraid of him, for he is a good deal bigger and stronger than I am."
"Hullo, Tom! been for a walk?" saluted him, as he was hurrying at last along the lane which divided his uncle's grounds from the new purchase.
Tom looked up quickly, and found that Uncle Richard was looking over the wall of the mill-yard.
"That's right," continued his uncle. "What do you think of the place?"
"Glorious!" said Tom.
"Hungry?"
"Terribly, uncle."
"That's right. Come along, Mrs Fidler's waiting for us by now."
CHAPTER TEN.
Directly after breakfast Tom followed his uncle to the coach-house, and from there up a ladder fastened to the side into the loft, where he looked around wonderingly, while his companion's face relaxed into a grim smile.
"It was originally intended for botanical productions, Tom," he said; "for a sort of _hortus siccus_, if you know what that means."
"_Hortus_--garden; _siccus_--I don't know what that means, uncle, unless it's dry."
"That's right, boy. Glad you know some Latin beside the legal. Dry garden, as a botanist calls it, where he stores up his specimens. But only a few kinds were kept here: hay, clover, oats, and linseed, in the form of cake. Now, you see, I've turned it into use for another science."
"Astronomy, uncle?"
"To be sure; but it's _very_ small and inconvenient. But wait till we get the windmill going."
"Is this your telescope?" cried Tom.
"Yes, Tom; but it's too small. You'll have to work hard on my big one."
"Yes, uncle," said Tom, with quiet confidence, as he eagerly examined the gla.s.s with its mounting, and the many other objects about the place, one of which was a kind of trough half full of what seemed to be beautifully clear water, covered with a sheet of plate-gla.s.s.
"There, as soon as you've done we'll go to the mill, for I don't want to lose any time."
"I could stay here for hours, uncle," said Tom. "I want to know what all these things are for, and how you use them; but I'm ready now."
"That's right. The men are coming this morning to begin clearing away."
"So soon, uncle?"
"Yes, so soon. Life's short, Tom; and at my age one can't afford to waste time. Come along."
Tom began thinking as he followed his uncle, for his words suggested a good deal, inasmuch as he had been exceedingly extravagant with the time at his disposal, and much given to wis.h.i.+ng the tedious hours to go by.
"Here they are," said Uncle Richard; for there was the sound of a horse's hoofs, and the crus.h.i.+ng noise made by wheels in the lane.
"But I thought you were going to make the place into an observatory yourself, uncle, with me to help you?"
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