Tom stared.
“I say,” he cried; “why I read all about that in The Justice of the Peace,—don’t you know that it’s punishable?”
“Of course for the joskins, but they wouldn’t say anything to a gentleman who did it for experiment.”
Tom laughed.
“I shouldn’t like a keeper to catch me doing it.”
“I said a gentleman,” said Sam coolly. “So that’s a young poacher, is it?”
“Yes, and I thought it was a pity for you to give him money.”
“Oh, I always like to behave well to the lower orders and servants when I’m out on a visit,” said Sam. “Here, let’s get back.”
“Back! why, I thought we were going for a long walk,” cried Tom.
“Well, we’ve had one. Suppose we went further, you cannot get a cab home, I suppose?”