"Zounds!" he exclaimed at last, and wheeling, marched very thoughtfully into the house.
"Eh—not there—not there, Zeb?" exclaimed the Major, laying down his cards and turning to glance at the Sergeant's expressionless face.
"Your honour, it are—not!"
"But—God bless my soul—it must be!"
"Why then sir, if 'tis it aren't apparent to human observation!"
"But I distinctly remember taking it off there!"
"Why then sir, it hath gone and vanished itself away!"
"Pish!" exclaimed the Major rising. "I'll fetch it myself."
"O rot me, Jack!" cried the Colonel, "here's a curst rampageous business over an old rag. 'Tis time 'twas lost——"
"Or burned, nunky!" added the Viscount.