We none of us talked much on that walk over the moor.

We had enough to think of, each of us, I dare say.
'"This will do," says Mr.Archer, stopping beside the pool; but he did not sit, though the stones were there.

"Now, Glascock, here I am, with the price of my horse in my pocket; what do you want ?" 'Well, when it came to the point so sudden, Glascock looked a bit shy, and hung his head, and rowled his shoulders, and shuffled his feet a bit, thinking what he'd say.
'"Hang it, man; what are you afraid of?
we're friends," says Mr.Archer, cheerfully.
'"Surely, Sir," says Glascock, "I did not mean aught else." 'And with that Mr.Archer laughed, and says he-- '"Come--you beat about the bush--let's hear your mind." '"Well, Sir, 'tis in my letter," says he.
'"Ah, Glascock," says he, "that's a threatening letter.

I did not think you'd serve me so.

Well, needs must when the devil drives." And he laughed again, and shrugs up his shoulders, and says he, putting his hand in his pocket, "there's sixty pounds left; 'tis all I have; come, be modest--what do you say ?" '"You got a lot of gold off Mr.Beauclerc," says Glascock.
'"Not a doit more than I wanted," says he, laughing again.