Chapter Forty.
Onward to Wonderland.
“Bedad, an’ his mother must have wathered him well whin he was a babby, to make him grow like that,” cried Dinny, as he saw the tall captive haltered to a tree by the waggon, and contentedly beginning to browse upon the tender shoots within its reach. “Is thim legs rale, Masther Dick?”
“Real? Of course, Dinny,” said Dick, laughing.
“Shure, an’ I didn’t know there was any av coorse in the matther,” said Dinny sententiously. “I thought the injanious baste might have been brought up in a wet place, and made himshelf shtilts.”
“What nonsense, Dinny!” cried Jack.
“Ah, an’ I dunno about nonsense, Masther Jack; for I’ve seen some wondherful things since I’ve been in these parts. An’ so we’re going to pack up and go home to-morrow, ain’t we?”
“We’re going to pack up and go farther into the wilds,” said Dick.