“Pistols?”
“No. Sticks.”
“Jemmy there, father? Ah, there you are! Come on. I’ve been waiting such a time.”
Ram looked sharply from one to the other, and knew there was something particular on the way, but he said nothing.
“Get it out of Jemmy,” he said to himself.
“I’m ready, lad; I’m ready.”
“Look sharp, boy,” said the farmer.
“Yes, father,” said Ram. “I’ll go and get the basket.”
“Ay, do, boy. And look here—never mind more to-day; but take double ’lowance to-morrow, so as not to go every day.”
“Very well, father. Look sharp, Jemmy!”