At this he and the Smoucher burst out into a loud laugh.
“We worked it to rights—did the trick as clean as a brand-new whistle. Got off wi’ the swag, and nobody any the wiser. I suppose you’ve heard the whole history from your old friends at the farmhouse?”
“I’ve heard all about it. Mr. Nettlethorpe is half crazy, and they say he’ll never recover the loss he has sustained.”
“Oh, what a pity, poor chap! Everybody is so fond of him, you know; that must be a great comfort to him. It was a good joke, though, your taking up your quarters at the next farm; jolly good that was. I hope as how you’ve enjoyed yerself?”
“Yes, I have, very much; but don’t you trouble yourself about me or my pleasures and enjoyments. You’ve got to look after yourself.”
“Why, captain, you’re rather short and sharp with an old pal. Something’s upset you.”
“Yes; I’m vexed and annoyed.”
“What about?”
“Oh, many things.”
“Can either of us help you?”