Sam had met his match, and stood thinking what course he should pursue when his interrupter continued—
“I know: you’re come because the old man arn’t at home. Think I don’t know yer?”
“Hush! hold your tongue!” said Sam, and for the moment he felt disposed to run for it; but there was the fact that, dark as it was, he had been recognised, and if he had any doubt it was dispelled by his companion saying with a faint laugh—
“Got any more o’ them pears?”
“No,” said Sam shortly; and recovering himself a little, “What do you want?”
“To see what you’re a-going to do,” was the reply.
“But you’ve no business here, sir,” said Sam haughtily.
“More have you. I arn’t a fool. I see you trying to break open the winders with that thing.”
“It’s a lie; you didn’t.”
“Oh yes, I did. I know; I can see in the dark. What are you after?”