You've plenty of time." "No, sir," I said stoutly; "I couldn't sleep if I did." "Well, then, come and have some supper." That I was quite willing to have, and I sat there, with the old gentleman looking at me every now and then with a smile.
"You will not feel so eager as this next time, Master Grant." At last I heard the big latch rattle on the gate, and started up in the greatest excitement.

Old Brownsmith gave me a nod, and as I passed through the kitchen Mrs Dodley looked at me with such piteous eyes and so wrinkled a forehead that I stopped.
"Why, what's the matter ?" I asked.
"Oh, don't ask me, my dear, don't ask me.

What could master be a-thinking!" Her words filled me with so much dread that I hurried out into the yard, hardly knowing which I feared most--to go, or to be forced to stay at home, for the adventure through the dark hours of the night began to seem to be something far more full of peril than I had thought a ride up to market on the cart would prove.
The sight of Ike, however, made me forget the looks of Mrs Dodley, and I was soon busy with him in the stable--that is to say, I held the lantern while he harnessed "Basket," the great gaunt old horse whom I had so nicknamed on account of the way in which his ribs stuck out through his skin.
"You don't give him enough to eat, Ike," I said.
"Not give him enough to eat!" he replied.

"Wo ho, Bonyparty, shove yer head through.

That's the way.