Bob Strongs Holidays | Page 5

John C. Hutcheson
the box under the carriage, as he

would have been if he'd been a little dog instead of a fine big black
retriever, which he, Bob, was very glad to say he was, and "not a mere
lady's pet like a pug or a toy terrier," while Nellie, in her turn, intimated
her intention of making a collection of shells and seaweed when she got
to the shore, which, she said, she longed to reach so as to `see the sea,'
that being the dearest wish of her heart.
The Captain, on his part, reciprocated these friendly advances in the
heartiest way, expressing the strongest desire to make the acquaintance
of Rover, as well as to take his fellow-travellers out in his yacht for a
sail whenever the weather was fine enough; that is, if they promised to
behave themselves properly, and always `did what they were told and
obeyed orders,' Captain Dresser saying, with an expressive wink that
made him look more jackdaw-like than ever, that he invariably insisted,
even in the presence of their "dear aunt Polly," on being "captain of his
own ship."
They were in the midst of all these mutual confidences, the Captain
chattering away like an old hen clucking round a pair of new-found
chicks, and Bob and Nellie full of glee and exuberant anticipations of
all the coming fun they were going to have afloat and ashore; when,
suddenly, the light of the further window of the railway-carriage,
opposite that near to which the trio were grouped in close confab, was
obscured by a dark body pressing against it from without, as if some
one was trying to gain admittance.
"Hallo!" cried the Captain. "What's that--who's there?"
But, before the old gentleman could rise from his seat, or
Bob and Nellie do anything save gape with astonishment, the
window-sash was violently forced down; and, without a `by your leave'
or any word of warning, a strange uncouth figure, so it seemed to their
startled gaze, came squeezing through the opening and fell on the floor
of the carriage at their feet in a clumsy sprawl.
CHAPTER TWO.

A RUNAWAY.
Nellie half sprang from her seat at this unexpected addition to their
little party, uttering a scream of terror the while, as genuine as it was
shrill and ear-piercing.
She was a slight, delicate-looking girl of twelve, with a shower of curls
of the colour of light gold that rippled over her forehead and shoulders
and down her back, reaching well-nigh to her waist; and it seemed
almost impossible that such a fairy-like little creature could have
uttered such a volume of sound.
However, she did it; and then, satisfied apparently with having exerted
herself so far for the protection of all, Miss Nellie crouched down in the
corner of the carriage behind Bob, who, two years her elder and a
stoutly-built boy for his age, with short-cropped hair of a tawnier tinge,
stood up sturdily in front of his trembling little sister to defend her, if
need be, as manfully as he could.
But, the gallant old Captain was first in the field, jumping forward with
an agility of which neither Bob nor Nellie thought him capable; and, in
an instant, he had clutched hold of the intruder.
"Who the dickens are you?" he cried, shaking him as a terrier would a
rat. "What the dickens do you want here, confound you!"
"Please don't, ma-aster," gasped out a half-suffocated voice. "I be
a'most shook to pieces!"
"Humph! `when taken to be well shaken,' that's what doctors advise,
eh?" said the Captain, somewhat sternly, although with a sly chuckle at
his witty illustration of the phrase, as, with a strong muscular effort, he
raised up the struggling figure he had clutched hold of and proceeded to
inspect his capture--a lanky woebegone lad, whose rugged garments
and general appearance was by no means improved by the rough
handling he had received in the grip of the old sailor, who, as he now
put him on his feet and released him, repeated his original imperative
inquiry, "Who the dickens are you and what do you want here?"

"Please, sir, I ain't a-doing nothink," snivelled the lad, screwing his
knuckles into his eyes, as if preparing to cry, each word being
sandwiched between a sob and a sniff. "I--ain't--a-doing--nothink!"
"Doing nothing?" echoed the Captain indignantly, overcome apparently
by the enormity of the culprit's offence. "Why, you young scoundrel,
here you have been and gone and committed a burglary, breaking into a
railway-carriage like this, besides nearly frightening the occupants to
death; and, you call that nothing! Do you know, if I were on the Bench,
I could sentence you to penal servitude?"
"Oh, pray don't, Captain Dresser, please!" cried out Bob and Nellie
together, impressed with the terrible powers of
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