“If any o’ these is bad ’uns, I shall go and tell.”
“But they’re not, they’re all good,” whispered Sam. “Now be off.”
“Shee-arn’t! I’m goin’ to stop and see what you do. But you can’t get in like that. The winders has all got noo fasteners. I could get in if I liked.”
“How?” said Sam, in spite of himself.
“Think I’m goin’ to tell you for this,” said Pete. “You give me another, and I’ll show you how to get in. I see you come in the wood and smoke over yonder.”
“And you’ve been watching me ever since?”
“Course I have. What do you want to get?”
Sam made no answer, for he was trying to arrange his thoughts, and make out what was the best thing to do. Then all at once Pete broke out with—
“You ain’t half a chap. I could soon get in there if I wanted.”
“Could you? How?”