Life of Frederick Courtenay Selous, D.S.O., Capt. 25th Royal Fusiliers — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Life of Frederick Courtenay Selous, D.S.O., Capt. 25th Royal Fusiliers
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"'You young rascal, I'd like to lay this stick about your back,'
said Mr. Blackstone, brandishing that formidable weapon in front
of the captive. Then putting his left hand in his waistcoat
pocket, he extracted a coin with his finger and thumb which
Leroux thought was a two-shilling piece and offered it to his
employee, remarking, 'Here's something for you, John; I see
you've had some trouble with this young rascal.'
"Then addressing Leroux he said, 'Now, boy, I want your name.'
The labourer received the proffered piece of silver in his left
hand, but force of habit caused him, no doubt quite
unconsciously, to release his hold of Leroux with his right hand
at the same time in order to touch his cap to Mr. Blackstone in
acknowledgment of his employer's generosity. On the instant that
Leroux felt himself free he was round and through the great
archway almost at a bound.
"'After him, John,' he heard the irate bailiff shout, and the
discomfited labourer at once gave chase, but he stood no chance
whatever of overtaking the active, well-trained boy, and when
Leroux half broke, half jumped through the hedge at the bottom
of the field below the Hall, he was pursued no further. After
scrambling through the hedge and running in its shelter to the
corner of the field he was then in, Leroux stood on the watch
for some little time, and then feeling very elated at the way in
which he had given the bailiff the slip, without letting him
know his name, determined not to leave the Pilton Range ground
without looking at the magpie's nest, he had been on his way to
examine when first seized by the labourer. As he had expected he
found that the nest contained a full complement of eggs, which
were that evening carefully blown and added to his collection,
which was even then quite the best made by any boy in the whole
school. On his many subsequent visits to the Pilton Range
estate, Leroux took good care never to allow any labouring man
he happened to see to get anywhere near him, nor did he ever
renew his acquaintance with Mr. Blackstone.