“That is where you have the advantage of me, Luke.”
“You have the same chance that I have. I have an extra pipe. Won’t you take a smoke?”
Ernest shook his head.
“I think I’m better off without it.”
“Perhaps you’re right, lad. I remember my poor father warned me against smoking. The question is, how long we’d better keep at it.”
“Is there anything else, Luke?”
“Well, no; not here.”
“And we haven’t money enough to get away.”
Just then a tall man with reddish hair strode across the field to their cabin.
“Good-evening, neighbors,” he said. “How are you making out?”