“Oh Mark!” cried the girl, looking startled, and clinging to him.
“Don’t do that,” cried the lad. “Be brave; I’ll take all the care I can.”
“Yes,” said Master Rayburn to him, with a sad smile, “you will take all the care you can. I know what you are, Mark, but do try, boy, not to be rash.”
Mark promised, and hurried down and out into the courtyard; but there was no Dummy visible till he had passed the second, and found him seated on a block of stone, whistling, and swinging his legs to and fro.
“What is it? some one come to fetch us?” cried Mark excitedly.
“No: nobody aren’t come,” said the boy, looking at him fixedly.
“Then why did you send for me?” cried Mark angrily.
“’Cause I wanted you, Master Mark, very bad indeed.”
“Here, what do you mean? What’s the matter with you?”
“Got the thinks, very bad.”