“Why do they think that?”
“I d’know, master. Because they thought so, I think. Then, as they were looking, all at once there was a ter’ble squirty noise, and a rush like wings; and there was no fire, and nothing to see. Glad I warn’t there. Wouldn’t go across the moor by Ergles for anything.”
“But you’re not afraid to come along here in the dark.”
“’Fraid, Master Mark? No: why should I be? Nothing to hurt you here.”
“You’re a queer fellow, Dummy,” said Mark.
“Yes, master. That’s what father says. I s’pose it’s through being so much in the mine.”
“I suppose so. But you don’t mind?”
“Mind, Master Mark? I like it. Wish you was at home more, though.—I say—”
“Well?”
“If ever you go to fight the Darleys, take me, Master Mark.”