“That same, sor.”
“Well, then, take that Snider-rifle; it will kill at a tremendous distance.”
“What, that little bid of a thing, sor?”
“To be sure, man. Now take care, and you’ll have to keep it clean and free from rust as well.”
“Thanky, sor, and I will, and it will have too much to do for it to get rusty.”
“Well, Dinny, I trust you, mind, so be careful with your weapon.”
“Shure, sor, and I will,” said Dinny; and taking the Snider very carefully in his hands, he asked Jack to give him “a bit of showing how to trim thim,” and this Jack did till he was perfect, when Dinny went off with the rifle, muttering to himself.
“Think o’ that now!” he kept on saying, “that bit of a thing shooting a baste at a mile!”
Nothing more was said by Dinny, who had made his plans, and he kept his own secret of what he intended to do. On the following afternoon Chicory came to him in high glee, to claim the roast meat and cake promised, and he announced that he had found where the rhinoceros lived.
“How did you find him out?” said Dinny doubtingly.