“Not it,” replied George, quietly.
“We are surrounded by enemies.”
“Seems so,” was the reply, in a very languid tone.
“Labor by day and danger by night.”
“Ay,” but in a most indifferent tone.
“And no Sabbath for us two.”
“No!”
“I'll do my best for you, and when we have five hundred pounds more you shall go home to Susan.”
“Thank you. He was a good friend to us that lies there under my coat; he used to lie over it, and then who dare touch it?”
“No! but don't give way to that, George—do eat a bit, it will do you good.”