“Oh, you don’t expect anything?” said Harry sharply.
“Oh, no, Mas’r Harry, sir; I never expect to receive anything for doing my duty.”
“And you thought it was your duty to come and tell me that Mark Penelly tried to drown me?”
“Oh, no! Mas’r Harry, sir—oh dear, no! I never said nothing o’ that sort; I only said as the net was in the boat one minute and the next minute it was all over you.”
“Same thing, Zekle,” said Harry sharply. “And you didn’t expect anything for coming and telling me this?”
“Oh dear, no! Mas’r Harry, sir,” replied Zekle.
“Then you’ll be disappointed,” said Harry, smiling pleasantly, “for I shall give you something.”
“Oh, thank you! Mas’r Harry, sir,” said Zekle, whose face expanded with pleasure. A moment before he had not liked the way in which Harry had taken his hints; but now this declaration of an intention to give him something was pleasant, and he smiled quite broadly as the young man went to a cupboard.
“Will it be five or ten pound?” said Zekle to himself. “I’m making a good night of it this time, and if I don’t—Don’t you hit me with that there, Mas’r Harry! don’t you hit me with that there!” he roared suddenly. “Don’t you hit me with that there, or I’ll have the law of you.”
