“Yes, Jem, I think I shall.”
“Ah, that’s better! Think about it.”
“I should have thought that you’d be glad to come with me, Jem.”
“So I should, my lad; but there’s a some’at as they calls dooty as allus seems to have hold on me tight. You wait a bit, and see how things turn out.”
“But I shall have to appear before the magistrates, and be called a thief.”
“Ah, well, that won’t be pleasant, my lad, of course; but wait.”
“Then you wouldn’t go with me, Jem?”
“Don’t tempt a man, Mas’ Don, because I should like to go with you, and course I shouldn’t like to go with you, because I shouldn’t like you to go. There, I must get on with my work.”
At that very moment came the call of a shrill voice—
“Jem!”