"No."
"Why don't you run away?"
"Run away!" repeated the other, looking around him nervously. "He'd get me back, and half kill me."
"There's some mystery about this boy," thought Grit. "Do you think he will keep me here long?" he asked, in some anxiety.
"Can't say—maybe."
"What's your name?"
"Daniel."
"What's your other name?"
"Haven't got any."