‘A thousand thanks for a curious and interesting night,’ says Jasper, giving him his hand; ‘you can make your own way home?’

‘I should think so!’ answers Durdles.  ’If you was to offer Durdles the affront to show him his way home, he wouldn’t go home.

Durdles wouldn’t go home till morning;
And then Durdles wouldn’t go home,

Durdles wouldn’t.’  This with the utmost defiance.

‘Good-night, then.’

‘Good-night, Mister Jarsper.’

Each is turning his own way, when a sharp whistle rends the silence, and the jargon is yelped out: 

Widdy widdy wen! 
I—­ket—­ches—­Im—­out—­ar—­ter—­ten. 
Widdy widdy wy! 
Then—­E—­don’t —­go—­then—­I—­shy —
Widdy Widdy Wake-cock warning!’

Instantly afterwards, a rapid fire of stones rattles at the Cathedral wall, and the hideous small boy is beheld opposite, dancing in the moonlight.

‘What!  Is that baby-devil on the watch there!’ cries Jasper in a fury:  so quickly roused, and so violent, that he seems an older devil himself.  ’I shall shed the blood of that impish wretch!  I know I shall do it!’ Regardless of the fire, though it hits him more than once, he rushes at Deputy, collars him, and tries to bring him across.  But Deputy is not to be so easily brought across.  With a diabolical insight into the strongest part of his position, he is no sooner taken by the throat than he curls up his legs, forces his assailant to hang him, as it were, and gurgles in his throat, and screws his body, and twists, as already undergoing the first agonies of strangulation.  There is nothing for it but to drop him.  He instantly gets himself together, backs over to Durdles, and cries to his assailant, gnashing the great gap in front of his mouth with rage and malice: 

’I’ll blind yer, s’elp me!  I’ll stone yer eyes out, s’elp me!  If I don’t have yer eyesight, bellows me!’ At the same time dodging behind Durdles, and snarling at Jasper, now from this side of him, and now from that:  prepared, if pounced upon, to dart away in all manner of curvilinear directions, and, if run down after all, to grovel in the dust, and cry:  ‘Now, hit me when I’m down!  Do it!’

‘Don’t hurt the boy, Mister Jarsper,’ urges Durdles, shielding him.  ‘Recollect yourself.’

‘He followed us to-night, when we first came here!’

‘Yer lie, I didn’t!’ replies Deputy, in his one form of polite contradiction.

‘He has been prowling near us ever since!’

‘Yer lie, I haven’t,’ returns Deputy.  ’I’d only jist come out for my ’elth when I see you two a-coming out of the Kin-freederel.  If

I—­
ket—­ches—­Im—­out—­ar—­ter—­ten!’

(with the usual rhythm and dance, though dodging behind Durdles), ‘it ain’t any fault, is it?’

‘Take him home, then,’ retorts Jasper, ferociously, though with a strong check upon himself, ’and let my eyes be rid of the sight of you!’