“And then you’ll be hung,” said Esau, sharply. “For cutting off his ears, monkey,” growled the fellow. “Well, they wouldn’t do it for cutting off yourn, so we’ll try them first.”
“Yah! you daren’t,” cried Esau, viciously. “Don’t, don’t,” I said. “It’s of no good.”
“Not a bit,” said the big fellow. “Now then, boy, where’s your mate hid his pile?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“What! No lies, or—”
He clenched his fist, and held it towards me threateningly.
“I tell you I don’t know, and if I did I wouldn’t tell you.”
“We’ll soon see about that. Now then, you,” he said, turning to Esau, “where’s your mate keep his pile?”
“Dunno,” said Esau, laughing. “Find out.”
“Oh, we can soon do that. Won’t take long. Here, you, how much did you get out of the stream every day?”