“You wicked boy!” cried Helen, with a good deal of excitement. “How did you get in such a position!”
“I couldn’t help it,” said Dexter. “He chivied me all along the top o’ the wall with that great stick, and there’s another chap t’other side. He was at me too.”
“Is this true, Copestake!” cried the doctor angrily.
“Well, yes, sir; I s’pose it is,” said the gardener. “Me and Peter see him a-cuttin’ his capers atop o’ that wall, and when we told him to come down, he wouldn’t, and fell through our vinery.”
“Who was going to come down when you was hitting at him with that big stick?” said Dexter indignantly.
“You had no business atop of our wall,” said the gardener stoutly. “And now look at the mischief you’ve done.”
“Tut—tut—tut—tut!” ejaculated the doctor.
“Please, sir, I didn’t know as he was any one you knew.”
“No, no, of course not,” said the doctor pettishly. “Tut—tut—tut! Dear me! dear me!”
“I say, ain’t some one coming to help me down?” said Dexter, in an ill-used tone.