“And pray why?”
“’Cause I tell you agen you couldn’t be such a coward. I’m going now.”
No notice was taken of the remark.
“Like another blanket?”
No answer.
“I’m going to leave the basket and the puffs and cheese. Anything else I can get you?”
Archy was moved by the lad’s friendly advances, but he felt as if he would rather die than show it, and he turned impatiently away from the light shed by the lanthorn.
“I’ll bring you some apples next time I come, and p’r’aps then you’ll have a game at cards.”
There was no reply, so Ram slowly shut the door of the lanthorn, turning the bright light to a soft yellowish glow, and rising to his knees.
“Do let me stop and have a game.”