Mr. Richard Grubb, here joined in the laugh of his good-humoured friend, whose unwearied tongue kept him in spirits—rather mixed indeed than neat—for the rain now poured down in a perfect torrent.
“I say, Dick,” said Spriggs, “vy are ve two like razors?”
“Cos ve're good-tempered?”
“Werry good; but that aint it exactly—cos ve're two bright blades, vot has got a beautiful edge!”
“A hexcellent conundrum,” exclaimed Grubb. “Vere do you get 'em?'
“All made out of my own head,—as the boy said ven be showed the wooden top-spoon to his father!”
CHAPTER VII.
A sudden Explosion—a hit by one of the Sportsmen, which the other takes amiss.
