“I’m not the fool to risk my head in another man’s quarrel.”
“And I can take to my heels and find a hiding-place anywhere on these moors.”
“Ay, and a starving-place where your bones will rot.”
“What have you to say to me?”
Redmore spoke surlily. Now that his whereabouts was discovered, it would be needful for him to shift his place of refuge.
“I suppose you don’t deny setting fire to Farmer Pooke’s rick?” said Pasco.
Roger shrugged his shoulders and jerked his head.
“How did you do it? smoking a pipe under the tree when drunk?”
“No, it warn’t.”
“How was it, then?”