Chapter Eight.
How Will would not promise not to do the “gashly” thing again.
It seemed that all they could do was to sit and think of there being any likelihood of their being found, and Will asked at last whether anyone knew where Josh was about to take the new rope.
“Nobody,” he said gruffly. “I knowed you didn’t want it known, so I held my tongue.”
“But who lent you the rope, Josh?”
“Nobody.”
“Nobody?”
“Nobody. Folk won’t lend noo ropes to a fellow without knowing what they’re going to do with ’em. I bought it.”
“You bought it, Josh—with your own money?”