This seemed cold and strange; but I knew him to be rather curious and eccentric in his ways, so I walked to one of the cart-sheds and looked about for a man to help me.
I thought I saw some one enter the shed; but when I got inside no one was there, as far as I could see--only piles of great baskets reaching from floor to ceiling.
Disappointed, I was coming away, when in the gloom at the other end there seemed to be something that was not basket; and taking a few steps forward I made out that it was the boy Shock standing close up against the baskets, with his face away from me.
I stood thinking what I should do.

I was to be in the same garden with this lad, who was always sneering at me; and I felt that if I let him have the upper hand he would make my life very much more miserable than it had been lately.
My mind was made up in a moment, and with a decision for which I had not given myself credit I went right in and stood behind him.
"Shock!" I cried; but the boy only gave himself a twitch as if a spasm had run through him, and did not move.
"Do you hear, sir ?" I said sharply.

"Come here; I want you to help carry my box." Still he did not move, and I felt that if I did not master him he would me.
"Do you hear what I say, sir ?" I cried in my most angry tones; "come with me and fetch my box." He leaped round so quickly that he made me start, and stood glaring at me as if about to strike.
"You must come and fetch my box," I said, feeling all the while a good deal of dread of the rough, fierce-looking boy.
I was between him and the wide door; and he stooped and looked first one side of me and then the other, as if about to dart by.

But, growing bolder, I took a step forward and laid my hand upon his shoulder.
Up flew his arms as if about to strike mine away, but he caught my eye and understood it wrongly.

He must have thought I was gazing resolutely at him, but I really was not.