“Well,” said Peg, “and how is our prisoner?”
“Bless my soul,” said Mr. Foley, “I haven't been to give him his breakfast this morning. He must be hungry. But my head is in such a state. However, I think I've secured him.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have asked him to become one of us,—he's a bold lad,—and he has promised to think of it.”
“He is not to be trusted,” said Peg, hastily.
“You think not?”
“I know it.”
“Well,” said the old man, “I suppose you know him better than I do. But he's a bold lad.”
“I should like to go up and see him,” said Peg.
“Wait a minute, and I will carry up his breakfast.”