“Didn’t I tell you my father wanted me,” I replied in a pettish way. “I’ve only just got out again.”
“I’ve been waiting at home to see if my father would come back. He started off to walk to Barnstaple.”
“Your father has?” I cried involuntarily. “Why, that’s where my father has gone.”
“What! To Barnstaple, Sep?”
I nodded.
“I say,” he said, “I hope they won’t meet one another.”
“Why?” I exclaimed.
“Because they might quarrel. I say, Sep, I wish your father and my father were good friends like we are.”
I shook my head at that, and felt rather lofty.
“I don’t see how that can ever be,” I replied; and then I felt quite uncomfortable as I recalled my father being uneasy about old Jonas watching us that morning. I felt, too, that it would be much worse now if Jonas got to know that there was a mine upon the estate, and it seemed as if we were going to be at the beginning of a good deal of trouble.