“You told me!” cried his cousin scornfully. “You only said what father and the doctor had told me before. Now, Buck, what were you going to say? When did you see it last?”
“Well, I saw it with you last, sir, when you relieved me on sentry.”
“That’s two or three nights ago,” said Mark impatiently.
“Yes, sir; that must have been last Tuesday, and since then when you was on duty old Dan relieved you.”
“Oh, don’t go on prosing about that,” cried Mark angrily. “I know as well as you can tell me. I want to find my gun.”
“Well, sir, that’s what I was going to tell you of, only you pretty well jumped down my throat.”
“Well, tell me, then, and put me out of my misery. Where is it?”
“Oh, I don’t know, sir.”
“Then why did you begin talking as if you did?”
“Oh, come, Mr Mark, sir, don’t get in a huff with a poor fellow. I warn’t a-goin’ to tell you where it was; I was a-goin’ to tell you where it warn’t.”