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"It's all Bob Dimsted's fault," he cried passionately; and he woke up with the words upon his lips, and a crick in the back of his neck, consequent upon the awkward cramped-up position in which he had lain.
Well, never mind! And, look here, I'll ask master to let me send you a basket o' apples and pears when they're ripe." "You will, Dan'l!" cried Dexter excitedly. "Ay: Peter and me'll do you up a basket, and take it to the station. Be a good boy, and no more Bob Dimsted's." Dan'l chuckled as if he had said something very funny, and walked away.
Dexter listened till Bob Dimsted's whistle died away, and then stole from the place of appointment to go back to the house, where he struck off to the left, and made his way into the loft, where he took a small piece of candle from his pocket, lit it, and set it in an old ginger-beer bottle. The light roused the various occupants of the boxes and cages.
Ten minutes must have elapsed before a scuffling was heard upon the stairs, and Bob Dimsted's voice whimpering "You let me alone, will yer? I never done nothing to you. Pair o' great cowards, y'are. Don't knock me about, or it'll be the worse for yer. Hit one o' your own size. I never said nothing to you."
Peter Cribb, my lad " "Yes." "We're getting old fellow-servants, though you're only young. Peter, my lad, I'm beginning to tremble for my fruit." "Eh?" "Yes; that I am, my lad," said Dan'l in a whisper. "Just as I expected I was watching of him that rip's took up with bad company, Poacher Dimsted's boy; and that means evil. They was talking together, and then young Dimsted see me, and run away."
There was utter astonishment in Bob Dimsted's tones as he sat motionless, with the sculls balanced on the rowlocks, staring wildly through the gloom, as Dexter now sat down and fought hard with an obstinate stocking, which refused to go on over a wet foot a way stockings have at such times. "Did you say you hadn't got any money?" cried Bob. "Yes.
He knew it all by heart, having many a time drunk in old Dimsted's words, and he remembered that he could tell what fish was biting by the way the float moved. If it was a bream, it would throw the float up so that it lay flat on the water. If it was a roach, it would give a short quick bob.
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