"I'll pay, and we'll settle afterwards.

We can't divide up here," he said, and he crammed some money hard in Silas's eagerly outstretched hand.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr.
Berry," said Thomas Payne, his face all flaming and his eyes flashing, but his voice quite steady.

"I hope you'll have as good luck selling your cherries next year." There was a little exulting titter over the sarcasm among the girls, in which Rebecca did not join; then the party kept on.

The indignant clamor waxed loud in a moment; they scarcely waited for the old man's back to be turned on his return to the tavern.
But the young people, crying out all together against this last unparalleled meanness, had not reached the foot of the hill, where some of them separated, when they heard the quick pound of running feet behind them and a hoarse voice calling on Thomas Payne to stop.
They all turned, and William came up, pale and breathing hard.