"No, I am not," said Sam, doggedly.
"Are you disposed to tell me why you were in my garden, and why those men were with you?"
"We were down in the churchyard, and the gate was open, and so we walked up;—that was all. If we'd meant to do anything out of the way we shouldn't 'a come like that, nor yet at that hour. Why, it worn't midnight, Mr. Fenwick."
"But why was there such a man as Burrows with you? Do you think he was fit company for you, Sam?"
"I suppose a chap may choose his own company, Mr. Fenwick?"
"Yes, he may, and go to the gallows because he chooses it, as you are doing."
"Very well; if that's all you've got to say to me, I'll go back to my work."
"Stop one moment, Sam. That is not quite all. I caught you the other night where you had no business to be, and for the sake of your father and mother, and for old recollections, I let you go. Perhaps I was wrong, but I don't mean to hark back upon that again."
"You are a-harking back on it, ever so often."
"I shall take no further steps about it."