"I'll go and get the basket." "Ay, do, boy.

And look here--never mind more to-day; but take double 'lowance to-morrow, so as not to go every day." "Very well, father.

Look sharp, Jemmy!" The boy ran back to the house, followed by his father, who went on netting, and a minute later Jemmy and Ram were off over the bare pastures in the direction from which the man had come.
"Find that basket you give to father, Jemmy ?" "Ay, lad, half full o' brambrys and masheroons.

Wondered whose it was.
Gaffer says it's little missus's, and you're to take it up." "Oh," thought Ram, "that's what they were talking about;" and he began whistling, quite content, as they went wandering about mushrooming, till, apparently tired, they sat down close to the mouth of the quarry, where Jemmy's eyes rolled round for a good ten minutes before he said, "_Now_." Then the pair rolled over to left and right, down into the hole, and descended quickly to the bottom, where the man crept right on along the half choked passage, took a lanthorn from a great crevice; there was the nicking of flint and steel, a faint blue light, and the snap of the closing lanthorn as the dark passage showed a yellow glow.
Meanwhile Ram had been busy removing the pieces of stone, laying bare a trap-door upon which were a big wooden lock and a couple of bolts.
These he unfastened, threw open the door, and descended with his basket; while, after handing down the lanthorn into the black well-like hole, Jemmy climbed up again to the surface and stood with his eyes just above the level, sheltered by blackberry strands and other growth, and slowly made his eyes revolve; till, at the end of half an hour, Ram reappeared, when the business of closing and bolting the door went on, while Jemmy blew out the light, closed the lanthorn, through whose crevices came forth an unpleasant odour, bore it back to its hiding-place; and then the pair departed as cautiously as they came.
"What did he say ?" growled Jemmy.
"Oh, not much.

Seemed all grumpy, and wouldn't answer a civil question." "Should ha' kicked him," said Jemmy.
Very little more was said till they reached home, and Ram busied himself about the farm till after supper, wishing that he could help the midshipman to escape without getting his father into trouble.
He was thinking how horribly dark and miserable the old quarry must be, for the first time.