“That’s right, my young son of a dark night,” cried Dinny. “Well, now then, look here. Ye know that grate big pig wid the horn on his nose came and upset me fire, and run away wid me wardrobe?”
Chicory shook his head.
“Well then, wid me clane shirt. D’ye undherstand now?”
“Yes, yes,” said Chicory, laughing. “Don’t know big pig.”
“Yes, yes, you do, my young piece of black velvet; the big rise nosserus.”
“Yes, rhinoceros, big beast, big horn. Oorrr! houk! houk! houk!”
This was supposed to resemble the noise made by the great animal; and Chicory illustrated his cry by going down on hands and knees in a clumsy gallop, which ended with a toss of the head in the air.
“Yes; that’s him,” said Dinny. “Well, I want ye to find the way to where he lives by his futmarks, and then come and tell me, and I’ll go and shute him.”
Chicory nodded his head, and they went back to the waggon, where Dinny presented himself to his master all at once with a request for a gun.
“A gun, Dinny? And what do you want with a gun?”