Quicksilver: The Boy With No Skid to His Wheel

by George Manville Fenn

Chapter Nine.

A Release.

“Glad you’ve come, sir,” said the old gardener, telling a tremendous fib. “Got one on ’em at last.”

“Got one of them?” cried the doctor.

“Why—”

“O papa dear! look!” cried Helen.

“One of them nippers as is always stealing our fruit,” continued Dan’l.

“Why, Dexter,” cried the doctor; “you there!” He stared wildly at the boy, who, with his legs kicking to and fro in the vinery in search of support, looked down from the roof of the building like a sculptured cherub, with arms instead of wings.

“Yes, it’s all right,” said the boy coolly. “Ain’t much on it broken,” while Dan’l stared and scratched his head, as he felt that he had made some mistake.