“Oh, did I? So are you,” snarled Pete. “You’ve come to steal something, or you wouldn’t be here in the dark.”
“Never you mind about that,” said Sam quickly. “Look here; you tell me the way to get in, and I’ll give you another shilling.”
Pete thrust his dirty face close to Sam’s.
“Give us hold then.”
“No; you show me the way first.”
“Shee-arn’t! Give us the shillin’ first.”
“I don’t believe you know a way.”
“Oh, don’t I! You give me the shillin’, and you’ll see.”
Sam hesitated, but there was no time to lose. It seemed to be his only policy to make friends with this young ruffian, and he finally took a shilling out of his pocket, the action being grasped at once by the lad in spite of the darkness.
“No games,” said Sam. “If I give you the shilling, will you tell me fairly?”