"And ain't nowhere to be found, nor nothin'," added Turtle.
"Just so," said the Colonel; "a kind of general suspension for want of capital—the fiddle's on hand, but the bow is gone."
The stranger was puzzled at the Puddlefordian view of paying debts, and wondered if Whistle & Sharp were advocates of the same doctrine.
"Stranger!" said Bates, turning the subject of conversation, "do you ever hunt?"
"Never," answered Farindale.
"Rare sport to-night, going a-sniping," said Bates.
"Sni-ping?" inquired the stranger, emphasizing the first syllable; "sni-ping! what is sni-ping?"
"Sni-ping?" answered Bates—"why, catching snipe, to be sure."
"Great sport," said the Colonel; "bagged three hundred night before last."
"The real yaller legs, too!" remarked Turtle.