"'T'ud be a sin," he said, "to leave all these silks and satins behind."
"How do you know the boxes contain silks and satins?"
"'Cos I opened 'em and felt 'em in the dark. 'Twas like strokin' a cat's back, wi'out no fear o' scratches. You'll be sure and not let me drop into the pit, Maister?"
"Yes. Come along; I want my supper."
"Be-jowned, and so do I. Here I come."
He grasped the rope, let himself gently down, and was hauled to the other side.
"Oh, Maister Penwarden," he cried as he landed, "I be 'nation glad to see 'ee safe and sound. Wheer have 'ee been all this time? You have gied us all a terrible deal o' trouble."
Penwarden growled.
"Never mind about that, Sam," said Dick. "Our trouble is well repaid, and we had better get home as soon as we can."
"True. If you go first and turn the lantern so's it do gie me a light, I'll be able to carr' these boxes wi'out tumblin' and breakin' my head. So for home-along."