Where's t'other basket ?" A shiver ran through the prisoner as he recollected that which he had forgotten in his excitement: the basket which he had taken with some of the food therein, ready for his use as he worked, was standing by the opening at the top of the steps, and he cast an anxious glance sidewise in the direction of the passage, in dread lest the boy should detect the light shining down.
He need not have been alarmed, for there was not a ray visible, and even if there had been, the light cast by the opened lanthorn would have hidden it; but he sat there trembling all the same, and with a curious sensation of suffocation rising in his throat, as he softly altered his position and loosened his hands, ready to make a spring at his enemy if it should become necessary.
"Well, I do call that grumpy.

Keeps on bringing you nuts, and you're so snarky that you won't so much as give one back the shells.

Now, then, where's that basket ?" Archy felt that he must speak, or else the boy would go in search of it.
"I haven't done with it." "But I want it to take back." "It has some of the dinner in it." "Well, then, let's empty it out." "No," said Archy, sitting up angrily; "you can't have it now." "Oh," said Ram, "that's it, is it?
Suppose I say I will have it ?" "If you don't take yourself off," cried Archy, "I'll break your head with one of these pieces of stone." "Two can play at that game." "Be off." "I shan't.

I want our basket.

Mother said I was to bring it back." "Tell her you haven't got it." "Now, look here," cried Ram, "if you don't give me that basket back, I won't bring you what I was going to bring to-morrow.