“The king don’t want them, I know. By rights they’re my father’s, but he won’t mind our doing what we like with them, as we were the finders. Now then, don’t be snobby; will you come first fine afternoon?”
Vince was silent.
“I won’t ask you to meddle with anything—only to keep it all quiet.”
Vince picked up a stone and threw it from him, so that it should fall down into the raging billows below, but he made no reply.
“I say, why don’t you speak?” cried Mike.
“Who’s to talk here in this noise, with the wind blowing your words away?”
“You could just as easily have said you would come as have said that,” shouted Mike.
“All right, then, I’ll come,” said Vince; and Mike gave him a hearty slap on the back. “But look here, Mikey,” he continued, “don’t you ever think about it?”
“About what?”
“The caves, and all that.”