CHAPTER XLI
HOW THE NIGHT WENT
George sat opposite to him, his hands on his knees, the red nightcap
on his head, and a comical expression of astonishment upon his
melancholy countenance.
"Well," he said, when Harold had done, "blow me if that ain't a master
one. And yet there's folks who say that there ain't no such thing as
Providence--not that there's anything prowided yet--p'raps there ain't
nawthing there after all."
"I don't know if there is or not, but I'm going back to see, and I
want you to come with me."
"Now?" said George rather uneasily. "Why, Colonel, that bain't a very
nice spot to go digging about in on a night like this. I niver heard
no good of that there place--not as I holds by sich talk myself," he
added apologetically.
"Well," said the Colonel, "you can do as you like, but I'm going back
at once, and going down the hole, too; the gas must be out of it by
now. There are reasons," he added, "why, if this money is to be found
at all, it should be found this morning. To-day is Christmas Day, you
know."
"Yes, yes, Colonel; I knows what you mean. Bless you, I know all about
it; the old Squire must talk to somebody; if he don't he'd bust, so he
talks to me.
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