“And lazy. Come: jump up.”
“I can’t, Joe. I said last time I’d never go after the goblin again, and I won’t.”
“Yes, you will; you’ll come and help me drive him in.”
“No: let him go.”
“Nonsense! He’s the best cock bird I’ve got.”
“Then the others must be bad ones,” grumbled Dyke.
“Get up, sir!” cried Joe, stirring the boy with his toe.
“Shan’t. I don’t mind your kicking.”
“Get up, or I’ll duck you in the spring.”
“Wouldn’t be such a coward, because you’re big and strong. Hit one of your own size.”