“Yes,” said Josh; “and now you see if he don’t turn worse than ever. I know.”
“Know what?” said Will.
“He’ll be as disagreeable as possible, because he’s not going to nail up the canvases, and lay it all on his poor wife.”
“He’d better not let me hear him,” said Manners. “Surly brute! Wouldn’t do it himself, and now turns nasty. I saw his savage looks! I should just like to shake some of his temper out of him. Takes a lot of your father’s physic, Josh, to set him right.”
“Time?” cried the boy. “Ah, he’ll have to have a stronger dose.”
Chapter Seventeen.
Mysterious Sounds.
There was not much to see. The great pool was very full—a great, V-shaped sheet of water, or elongated triangle, whose shortest side was formed by the massive stone dam built across the narrow valley, standing some forty feet high from its base, to keep back the waters, and being naturally, when full, forty feet deep at its lower end.