‘Your face is like a ghost’s,’ said Riderhood.
‘Did you ever see a ghost?’ was the sullen retort.
‘I mean to say, you’re quite wore out.’
‘That may well be. I have had no rest since I left here. I don’t remember that I have so much as sat down since I left here.’
‘Lie down now, then,’ said Riderhood.
‘I will, if you’ll give me something to quench my thirst first.’
The bottle and jug were again produced, and he mixed a weak draught, and another, and drank both in quick succession. ‘You asked me something,’ he said then.
‘No, I didn’t,’ replied Riderhood.
‘I tell you,’ retorted Bradley, turning upon him in a wild and desperate manner, ‘you asked me something, before I went out to wash my face in the river.
‘Oh! Then?’ said Riderhood, backing a little. ‘I asked you wot you wos a-going to do.’