“No; do yer?”
“That clear water sarves like a looking glass. Whin ye looked down ye obsarved yer own image and I don’t wonder ye took it for owld Nick.”
“But Saxy seed the same as I did,” replied the man, impressed by the not complimentary explanation of the lad who was perched on top of the log wall.
“It was his picter that he saan and aich of ye luks more like t’other than he does like himsilf.”
Biggs shook his head. This wouldn’t do.
“It wasn’t like a man at all.”
“What did it luk like?”
Mike was excited. He felt he was on the eve of clearing up the mystery which had baffled him and others, though not Uncle Elk, who would say nothing.
Instead of giving an intelligent reply to the question for a further bill of particulars, the tramp shuddered as before. There was a whine in his voice when he spoke:
“Didn’t I answer yer as I agreed? What are yer kicking about?”