You know where that water is." "Yes: but never mind now." "But, Master Mark, I'm sure that it comes from the river, where there's that sink-hole in the narrow, where you see the water turn round and round." "Very likely; but here, I must see your father.

Take a light, and go before me.

Here, Dummy, are there plenty of torches ?" "Yes, Master Mark; but what do you want with torches ?" "Don't ask questions, sirrah." "Very well, Master Mark," said the boy, so meekly that his young master was touched, and said gently: "Look here, Dummy, can I trust you ?" "I dunno, Master Mark.

I'll do what you tell me." "That's right.

Will you fight ?" The boy's eyes flashed in the candle-light, down in the grim chamber were they stood.
"Torches--fight," he whispered.