"Give me that knife, please," she said.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I want it."
"What for?"
He didn't answer.
"I know," she said. "To get him put away."
"He deserves it," replied the young man doggedly. "If it had only been the shed now!—but—"
"Four Pound," she said. "I know." Her little hand came reaching toward him in the dusk. "Give me that knife, please."
He fenced with her.