“Should have kep’ away then,” growled the man.
“Don’t speak cross to him, Jemmy. He’s very sorry he came now, and if I let him go he’ll promise not to say a word about what he has seen; won’t you now, mate?”
“No!” roared Archy.
“Oh, well then, Jemmy’s right. We shall have to tame you down.”
“Show me the way out of this.”
“Come along then,” said Ram with a sneering laugh. “But you’d better promise.”
“Show me the way out.”
“Won’t you have some milk first?”
“Do you hear me?”
“And bread and butter, home-made?”