Jakes was for telling his story again with fresh detail, when the master’s voice was heard calling angrily. Stephen got Hugh back into shelter, and Agrippa, frightened by the creaking of the mast and the straining of ropes, clambered down to take refuge in his master’s arms. Hugh’s face was like a thunder-cloud. He burst out presently—
“To call me a thief!”
Stephen was silent.
“If Dickon had left me alone, I would have made him own it was a false lie. I would I were a man!”
“Why?”
“I should be strong and could fight,” the boy said, surprised at the question.
“I often think of that time,” returned Bassett thoughtfully. “I may not be here to see it, and I would fain know—” He paused.
“What?” asked Hugh.
“Who thou wilt fight?”
“Who? Mine enemies,” said Hugh, lifting his head.