“Well,” he said all at once, “want another trap?”
“No,” I said, smiling. “I say, Pannell, what did the men think about it?”
He opened his lips to speak, but closed them directly.
“No,” he said shortly; “won’t do. I’m on t’other side, you see.”
“But you might tell me that,” I cried. “I say, I should as soon have thought of catching you as old Gentles.”
“Hush! Say rat,” he whispered. “Don’t name names. And say, lad, don’t talk about it. You don’t want to get me knocked on the head?”
“No, Pannell,” I said; “indeed I don’t. You’re too good a fellow.”
“Nay, I’m not,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m a downright bad un.”
“Not you.”
“Ay, but I am—reg’lar down bad un.”