“Wouldn’t Jack be flattered if I told him so!” thought I.
I was not long in following their example. All night long I dreamt of Flanagan and that dreadful court, and of those two heads lying there side by side in the next bed.
When I awoke in the morning it was very early and not yet light. I soon discovered that what had aroused me was a conversation going on in the next bed.
“Go on! you let me be!” I heard a shrill voice say.
“Hush! don’t make a noise,” said Jack. “I’ll take you home in the morning all right.”
“I ain’t done nothink to you,” whined the boy.
“I know. No one’s going to hurt you.”
“You let me be, then; do you ’ear?” repeated the boy. “What did you fetch me ’ere for?”
“You were nearly being killed last night,” said Jack.
“You’re a lie, I worn’t,” was the polite answer.