There's a boy in the tunnel over there with a red jersey and his leg broken." "What did he want to go into the blooming tunnel for, then ?" said the man.
"Don't you be so cross," said Phyllis, kindly.

"WE haven't done anything wrong except coming and waking you up, and that was right, as it happens." Then Peter told how the boy came to be in the tunnel.
"Well," said the man, "I don't see as I can do anything.

I can't leave the box." "You might tell us where to go after someone who isn't in a box, though," said Phyllis.
"There's Brigden's farm over yonder--where you see the smoke a-coming up through the trees," said the man, more and more grumpy, as Phyllis noticed.
"Well, good-bye, then," said Peter.
But the man said, "Wait a minute." He put his hand in his pocket and brought out some money--a lot of pennies and one or two shillings and sixpences and half-a-crown.

He picked out two shillings and held them out.
"Here," he said.

"I'll give you this to hold your tongues about what's taken place to-day." There was a short, unpleasant pause.