'Look what you made me do!' he said, maniacally.
'Steady, sir!' said the old man, close beside me.
'Yes, you damned old murderer! I've a mind to do for you.'
'There, Dudley, like a dear boy, don't give way; it's done. Right or wrong,
we can't help it. You must be quiet,' said the old man, with a stern
gentleness.
Dudley groaned.
'Whoever advised it, you're a gainer, Dudley,' said Uncle Silas.
Then there was a pause.
'I hope that was not heard,' said Uncle Silas.
Dudley walked to the window and stood there.
'Come, Dudley, you and Hawkes must use expedition. You know you must get
that out of the way.'
'I've done too much. I won't do nout; I'll not touch it. I wish my hand was
off first; I wish I was a soger. Do as ye like, you an' Hawkes. I won't go
nigh it; damn ye both--and _that_!' and he hurled the hammer with all his
force upon the floor.
'Come, come, be reasonable, Dudley, dear boy. There's nothing to fear but
your own folly. You won't make a noise?'
'Oh, oh, my God!' said Dudley, hoarsely, and wiped his forehead with his
open hand.
'There now, you'll be all well in a minute,' continued the old man.
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