“Get into tuh pit, Tammy,” said Moir quietly, pointing with his gun to the tunnel where sounds indicated that Joey already was at work.
“Aw, Shanty——”
“Get in!”
Slack-jawed with terror Tammy crawled into the dark tunnel.
“Eh, Joey, ma son!” called Moir down the pit-mouth.
“Aye?” came back the answer.
“Dost ’ee, too, think ’ee should have a drink this morn’?”
“Aye, Shanty,” replied the unsuspecting Joey.
“Have a hot one, then!” roared Shanty and kicked a blazing log from Tammy’s fire into the pit.
A mingling of shrieks and protests greeted its arrival.