“What is it?” the boy repeated.
Fitz moaned, but made no other reply.
“Tell me,” Bob insisted.
The goblin shook his head.
“I don’t dare to, Bob,” he said.
“Why don’t you?”
“I just don’t—that’s all.”
“Well, let’s be off. I’m anxious to get back home.”
“Back home?” springing nimbly to his feet.
“Yes.”