“Hullo!” he said surlily.
“I’m to go with you for the sand, Ike,” I cried.
“Think o’ that now!” he replied with a grim smile. “Why, I was just a-thinking it would be like going off with the old cart and Bonyparty to market, and how you and me went.”
“With Shock on the top of the load,” I said laughing.
“Ay, to be sure. Well, he’s a-going this time to help mind the horse. And so you are going too?”
“Yes,” I said mischievously, “to look after you, and see that you do your work.”
“Gahn!” he growled, beginning to dig again. Look here, though; if you ain’t ready I shall go without you.
“All right, Ike!” I said. “What time do you start?”
“Twelve o’clock sees me outside the yard gates, my lad. Five arter sees me down the road.”
“Do you know the way, Ike?” I said.