“Suppose there’s somebody at home?”
“That’s just what I hope to find.”
“But we shall be like a couple of rabbits running into a fox’s hole, and he may bite.”
“Not if he knows that we come as friends.”
“No, Master Fred, p’raps not; but we’re enemies.”
“No, we’re not, Samson, and you are wasting time.”
“Which I don’t want to contradict you, Master Fred; but enemies we are by Act o’ Parliament, and that you know as well as me.”
“Then you are afraid of the adventure?”
“Who says so?” growled Samson.
“I do, sir. So you had better go back, and I’ll make the venture alone.”