Part 40 (1/2)
Mr Wiggett also arrived, with Zeph, and helped get away the last of the logs
Under the logs was the crushed shell of the linter; and all looked anxiously, to see as under that
A good s were under it,--pots and kettles, wash-tubs, milk-pans (badly battered), churn and cheese-press, bed and trundle-bed,--but no Peakslow
It was a disappointment, and yet a relief, not to find him there, after all But where was he? Dud ran back to the field, to look for him; while the others rested froe, Mr Wiggett?” Lord inquired
”Not so hty suddent
Banged if I knohat in seven kingdowine to happen It roared and bellered that orful, I didn't know but the etarnal smash-up had come”
”Itthat way,”
said Jack
”Wal, I reckon you're right thar, young man It jest took holt o' my cabin, an' slewed one corner on't around about five or six inches; an'
done no e, in partic'lar, fur's I can diskiver; only, of course, it discomfusticated that ar' noon-mark I left the ol' wohed, and pro!” said Link
[Illustration: PEAKSLOW REAPPEARS]
The roof of the shed--which must have been the object Vinnie saw rise and turn in the air--had been taken off very neatly, with the two gable pieces, whirled over once or ht side up with care, on the edge of the potato-patch, two or three rods away Dud, hunting for his father, passed near it, and heard stifled cries co, indeed, as Link said
In a moment a dozen feet rushed to the spot, and a dozen hands laid hold of one side of the roof, under which Jack thrust a lever Soe of the roof itself; and out crawled--bushy head and hooked nose fore-y shape of the elder Peakslow
The roof was let down again as soon as Peakslow's legs ell froroup--athered round to see if he was hurt
”Wal!” said Peakslow, getting upon his feet, giving his clothes a brush with his broad hand, and staring about hihty perty piece of business! Didn't none on ye hearwith joy and fright
”Call?” echoed Peakslow, feeling his left shoulder with his right hand
”I believe I b'en callin' there for the last half-hour What was ye knockin' that ruf to pieces for? I could hear ye, an' see ye, an' I wanted to put a stop to 't Hadn't the wind daht you were under the ruins,” Mr Betterson replied with dignity
”Thought I was under the ruins! What ht so--I told them so,” Mrs Peakslow explained; while Lord Betterson walked aith calht 'a' knowed better'n that! Here I was under this ruf all the tireat bird, knocked ,--mos' broke my shoulder, I believe; an' when I coh a crack, there was a crew knockin' the ruf o'
the house to flinders I was too weak to call very loud, but, if you'd cared ht 'a' heard me Look a' that house, now! look a' that shed! It's the blastedest luck!”
Jack couldn't help s Peakslow turned upon him furiously
”You here? So ye think my boy's a thief, do ye?”
”Come, Lion! come, boys!” said Jack, and started to follow Mr