The speaker rose to his feet.
“Now, then, we’re all right. Get up, young un, and come behind this hedge.”
His companion after a little hesitation obeyed, with a show of reluctance. His large eyes opened to their fullest extent when he had a full and closer view of Parvis, and he was evidently still in a state of wonderment.
“Now, then,” said Alf, “I want you to cut the ropes which fasten my arms. Have you got a knife?”
“No.”
“Well, put your hand in my pocket, and there you’ll find one.”
“In your pocket?”
“Yes; lift up my frock on the right hand side, and drive your hand in my pocket. Why do you hesitate?”
“I’m afraid.”
“But you must not be afraid. You’re a dear good little fellow; anyone can see that, and I dare say are your mother’s pet,” cried Alf, stooping down and giving his companion a kiss.