“Course I will.”
“There; now tell me.”
Pete took the shilling handed, made believe to spit upon it, and thrust it into his pocket.
“Winders is fastened up tight now.”
“What, those up higher too?”
“Yes; all on ’em.”
“Then how am I to get in?”
Pete laughed softly, and Sam grew angry.
“I thought so,” he whispered. “You don’t know.”
“Oh, don’t I just?” said Pete, with his sniggering laugh. “I said I’d tell yer, and I will.”