"No, ye mustn't count on that, Mr. Thorwald. Surely, it's enough if I run away and leave the others to fight."
"Very well; do as you please," said Thorwald, with a look of contempt.
"Good day, Mr. Thorwald. You'll be sure to be there?"
"Trust me."
"An' you'll not a word about it to nobody?"
"Not a syllable."
"That's all square. You'll see the boat w'en ye git there, and as long as ye see that boat yer all right. Good day, sir."
John Bumpus left Thorwald's house chuckling, and wended his way to the widow's cottage, whistling the "Groves of Blarney."