CHAPTER THE FIFTH
THE NOISE IN THE NIGHT
Martin picked himself up, rubbed the mud from his clothes, and without giving another look at Mr. Slocum or the shop, set off on the way home.
“I’m glad to be out of it,” he thought; “but what shall I do now to earn some money?”
He had taken only a few steps when he heard his name called from behind. Turning, he saw Mounseer hurrying after him, and stood still until the Frenchman had caught him up.
“I see it,” said the old gentleman. “I ask, what is the matter?”
“I am dismissed, sir; that is all,” Martin replied, as they walked on.
“Dismissed! But yes; does the Englishman dismiss with violence? I do not understand.”
“Mr. Slocum was angry. I was fighting one of the ’prentices.”