“No.”
“Well,” came in disappointment, “what was it then?”
The two went into the cave out of sight.
“They caught me to-night, Uncle Abner.”
“They? Who do you mean?—the Irish lady?”
“No. Two boys. One of them knocked me cuckoo.”
“Um ...” came severely. “It’s what you git, Tommy Weir, for gallivantin’ ’round on Sunday night, breakin’ the Sabbath, when you should ’a’ bin home studyin’ your Bible lesson. Yes, you should! Jest because we’re livin’ here in a cave is no reason why you shouldn’t go on with your Bible work. Them old lessons I’ve got saved up is jest as good as any new ones, fur the Bible is jest the same to-day as it was a hundred years ago. I ought to take a stick to you fur not mindin’ me.... Where did they catch you?”
“In the room under the cellar.”
“Two boys, you say?”
“They’re staying there, I guess. They called each other Poppy and Jerry. Jerry’s all right. But if I ever get a crack at that other simp! Gr-r-r-r!”