“And I hope, gentlemen,” he whispered from behind his hand, “that you will be let alone now.”
“To which,” said Uncle Bob as we walked on, “I most devoutly say, Amen.”
Chapter Fifteen.
I have an Idea.
The work was started the next morning, and for a fortnight or so everything went on in the smoothest manner possible. The men were quite cheerful and good-tempered, doing their tasks and taking their wages, and though we kept our regular watch nothing disturbed us in the slightest degree.
“An’ so you fun ’em in the wheel-pit, did you, Mester Jacob?” said Gentles to me one dinner-hour as he sat by his grindstone eating his bread and meat off a clean napkin spread over his knees.
“Yes,” I said, looking at him keenly.
“But how came you to find ’em, mester?”