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Show Page 123 it was true, I thought, though I had taken no note of it, for the men paid me scant attention, preferring to converse with the Davidsons, "Have you not wondered about it?" Twig asked, his eyebrows near shooting up beneath his thatch of hair as his face once again twisted with laughter. "Nay, I have not," I said. "Yet even if 'tis true, so is the contrary, for whenever John Clark is seated at the hearth, Richard Kean is close behind." "Aye," agreed Twig, disgustedly. "He must have his own spy." "Whatever do you mean, you little jackanapes?" I asked, clutching him by his scruff and giving him a little shake. He wriggled free before he said another word. "I spy for John Clark," he grinned. "Whenever Richard Kean comes to visit, I go and tell John Clark and he comes close behind. It seems he does not want the lieutenant to have a chance at you else he has one also." "Whatever do you mean, a chance at me?" I asked stupidly, fori felt I was losing my wits. Twig rolled his eyes. "Indeed you are a dunderhead," he said, before kicking up his heels and racing homeward. It was fortunate we were not far from home when at last we finished filling our basket with nuts and bark,for the |
