“Stop here!” said he.
Tom looked at him in surprise. He could not conceive of any reason for stopping, unless, indeed, Mr. Burnett was tired, which was hardly probable, as they had scarcely walked a mile.
“Stop here?” he said, interrogatively.
“That is what I said.”
“Very well, sir. Shall we sit down?”
There was a fallen tree lying beside the road, or rather lane, through which they were walking, and Tom made a motion to sit down.
“Never mind about sitting down,” said Burnett, with an incomprehensible smile. “I want to transact a little business with you.”
Tom was getting more and more at a loss to comprehend his companion’s meaning, but he only said:
“Very well.”