“I suppose you don’t want ’em to die?” the girl returned, in the same tone of contempt.
“What do I care whether they die?”
“They’d be much use to us, dead!” she retorted.
Giles nodded assent.
“The girl’s right there,” he said in a low tone. “Best leave it to her. She’s a cunning one and no mistake.”
“Ay, cunning enough!” Lunt answered. “But whose game is she playing? Hers or ours?”
“Didn’t know you had one!” Bess flung at him. And then in an undertone, “Dolt!” she muttered.
“It’s all one, man, it’s all one!” Giles said. On the whole he was for peace. “Best have supper, and talk it over after.”
“And let the first that comes in through the door find her?” Lunt cried.
“Who’s to come?”