Jim Wigson, mebbe.' 'If it's Jim Wigson,' said Louie, between her small, shut teeth, 'I'll bite him!' 'Cos yo're a gell! Gells and cats bite--they can't do nowt else!' Whereupon Louie pinched him, and David, giving an involuntary kick as he felt the nip, went into first a fit of smothered laughter, and then seized her arm in a tight grip.
'Keep quiet, conno yo?
Now they're coomin, an I bleeve they're coomin this way!' But after another minute's waiting, he was quite unable to obey his own injunction and he crept out on the stone overlooking the precipice to look.
'Coom back! They'll see yo.' cried Louie, in a shrill whisper; and she caught him by the ankle.
David gave a kick.

'Let goo; if yo do 'at I shall fall an be kilt!' She held her breath.

Presently, with an exclamation, he knelt down and looked over the edge of the great sloping block which served them for roof.
'Wal, I niver! Theer's nobory but Uncle Reuben, an he's talkin to hissel.

Wal, this is a rum skit!' And he stayed outside watching, in spite of Louie's angry commands to him to come back into the den.

David had no fears of being discovered by Uncle Reuben.