"I told yer I would," said the young ruffian, with a grin. "You
should ha' given 'em to me at first, and then I shouldn't have hurt
yer. Come on; I'll show yer now where yer can get something to
eat."
In his anger and shame Robin felt that he wanted no food now, only
to go and hide himself away among the trees; but his enemy's next
words had their effect.
"You didn't want this here," he said. "You've got plenty on you
now. Better nor I have. There, go straight on there, and I'll
show yer. D'yer hear?"
"I don't want to go now," said Robin fiercely.
"Oh, don't yer? Then I do. You're agoing afore I makes yer, and
when they've give yer a lot, you're going to eat part and bring
some to me so's I can help eat the rest. You bring a lot, mind,
'cause I can eat ever so much. Now then, go on."
"I can't--I don't want to," cried Robin. "You go first."
"What, and master come, p'raps, and find me gone! Likely! he'd
give me the strap again. There, get on."
Robin winced, for the young ruffian picked up his stick and poked
him as he would one of his pigs. But the little fellow could not
help himself, and he went on in the required direction among the
trees, the forest growing darker and darker, till suddenly voices
were heard, and the boy stopped,
"You go straight along there," he said, "and I'll wait.
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