"Don't know."
"Oh!" said Tommy, "I'm so sorry we did it."
"So'm I, now," answered Marsh.
The shutter, with the youthful corpse upon it, was taken up by four stout men.
"Where are they going to take it?" asked Charley of a man in the crowd.
"Up to Barker's, the undertaker's," was the reply.
"Whose boy is it?"
"They say it's Marsh's; him as lives up the avenue. Little Tony Marsh, I heard them call him, and they won't take him home, 'cos the mother's sick, and the shock might kill her."
These were cruel words for Swanny to hear, but he did hear them, and they sank into his heart like lead.
"Oh, God!" he murmured, "I have killed my little brother."