“Here, what do you mean, thick-head? I can’t stop here listening to your nonsense.”
“’Taren’t nonsense, Master Mark,” said the boy, giving him a peculiar stare.
“What is it, then?”
“I want to know where that water goes to yonder in the mine.”
“What! do you mean to say you’ve had me fetched out to tell me that?”
Dummy nodded, and Mark doubled his fist.
“I’ve got it, Master Mark.”
“Got what, you idiot?”
“We’re up ever so much higher here than they are at Ergles, yonder, aren’t we?”
“Higher? Of course,” said Mark, looking at the lad curiously; “but what of that?”