"A quarter of an hour, I guess."
"Come along, then."
They walked down the pasture leading their two horses.
"I see no light," said Bill, looking straight ahead of him.
"It is covered—the window, I mean. What are you going to do, Bill?"
The man laughed.
"Lots—but I shall be guided by circumstances. You must remain outside, Jacky; you can see to the horses."
"P'r'aps."
The man turned sharply.
"P'r'aps?"