“Nay, I arn’t, so don’t you two get thinking anything o’ the sort. I won’t let you have it to go out alone.”
“You—you won’t let us have it to go out alone?” faltered Vince.
“That’s it, my lad,” said the old man.
“Then he hasn’t found out yet,” thought Vince; and he exchanged glances with Mike, who looked ready to dash off.
“Why, yer jumped up as if yer thought I was going to pitch yer off the cliff, Master Ladelle. Been asleep?”
“No, of course not,” said Mike; and he looked at Vince, whose lips moved as if he were saying—“I’m going to tell him now.”
“Might just as well have said ‘yes’ to you, though,” grumbled Daygo.
“Just as well,” assented Vince.
“Nice sort o’ condition she’s in now. One streak o’ board nearly out. Cost me a good four or five shilling to get it mended, for I can’t do it quite as I should like.”
Four or five shillings! Just the amount Vince had thought would be enough.