"It's our chance," said Bill.
"We've waited for it long enough."
"I couldn't have stood much more, and this will be a good excuse."
"The old man 'ull take on no end—wot with his corn-growing plans and that."
"Funny how he never seems to think of anything but Odiam."
"Strikes me as he's mad—got what you call a fixed idea, same as mad people have."
"He's sensible enough—but he's unaccountable hard to live with."
"Yes—he's fair made me hate Odiam. I liked the place well enough when I was a little lad, but he's made me sick of it. It's all very well living on a farm and working on it, but when you're supposed to give up your whole life to it and think of nothing else, well, it's too much."
"We won't tell him that, though, Davy—we'll make out as it's pure patriotic feeling on our part."
"Yes; I don't want him to think we're set on getting away—but, by gum, Bill! we are."