“Then you are not killed?” said Roy, dryly.
“No; but I might have been. It was a cowardly thing to do.”
“Ay, it were, Master Roy!” whispered Ben, turning upon him. “I thought you’d ha’ had heart enough to ha’ stood by us.”
“What do you mean?” cried Roy, rising angrily.
“Oh, you know, sir; sets such a bad example to the men.”
“I don’t understand you; nor you neither, Master Pawson.”
“It’s disgraceful; and Lady Royland shall put a stop to such monkey tricks.”
“Powder-monkey tricks,” growled Ben.
“Why, you don’t think I fired that gun on purpose, sir?”
“No, I don’t think so,” cried Master Pawson, in his high-pitched, scolding tone; “I am quite sure, sir; and it is disgraceful.”