“Ay, ay, sir! Now, boy, this way.”
Ram looked vacantly about him, but there was a very keen twinkle about his eyes, as he followed Archy forward to where the cow stood blinking her eyes, and swinging her tail amongst the men.
“I say,” he said.
“Did you speak to me, sir?” cried Archy, facing round, and frowning.
“Yes. Is that little sword sharp?”
“Of course.”
“Pull it out, and let’s have a look.”
Archy frowned.
“Take your cow and go,” he said. “She is a miserable thing without a drop of milk in her.”
“What?” cried Ram, with his face becoming animated. Then he shouted to the man in the boat, “Hi! Jemmy, he says Tally’s got no milk in her.”