“Not a red, my hearty,” replied Scott. “I didn’t engage you, and I shall not pay you.”
The boy still held out his hand, and said something which no one of the party could understand.
“Exactly so,” replied Scott. “You told me the names of all the places, but I did not understand a word you said. I say, my lad, when did you escape from the rag-bag?”
The boy uttered a few words in Swedish.
“Is that so?”
The boy spoke again.
“Stick to it, my hearty; but I don’t believe a word of it.”
“What does he say, Scott?”
“He says the moon is made of green cheese. Didn’t you, my lad?”
The boy nodded, and spoke again.