“That’s what I’m a-doing of, sir, but nothing comes.”
“He must be somewhere, Tom.”
“Yes, to be sure, sir; that’s it,” cried the man excitedly. “You’ve hit it now. I couldn’t have thought that myself.”
“Oh-h-h-h!” groaned Murray. “Was ever poor wretch so tormented! What shall I do?”
“Lookye here, sir, I want to help you.”
“Oh, I feel as if I could knock your silly old head off!” cried the middy, with a stamp upon the floor.
“Well, sir, do. You just do it if you think it will help you. I won’t mind.”
“Oh, Tom, Tom!” groaned Murray. “This is the worst day’s work I ever did.”
“Think it’s any good to sarch the place again, sir?”
“But there’s nothing to search, Tom.”