"It wouldn"t do," he said.
Madge looked at him with a challenge in her eyes.
"You daren"t," she whispered.
Tommy flushed.
"We should be caught."
"Oh--then you daren"t?"
Tommy was silent, and the farmer"s foot was heavy in the barn below.
"You daren"t," repeated Madge.
Tommy looked at her, with bright eyes.
"All right," he said. "If you want to see, look round the corner, only don"t let him cob you."
Then he drew back a little from the opening and took a flying shot, finding a target in one of the farmer"s rather conspicuous ears.
He gave a sudden yell, and his pale eyes seemed to stand out from his head, as he looked amazedly round the building.
The man at the wheel spat into his hands, with a quiet grin.
"Darned if they ain"t hit you, master," he said, grinding with some zest.
"My word, they shall pay for it," shouted the farmer, conning the situation with frowning brows.
Then he stepped to the ladder.
"See as they don"t get out, Jake, if I send anyone down," he said loudly, and Jake grunted an a.s.sent.
Madge was trembling.
"O Tommy, I"m so sorry. It"s all my fault. Tell him it"s all my fault."
"It"s all right," said Tommy cheerfully, "He--he won"t dare to touch me."
A pair of red cheeks appeared above the floor of the loft, and the pale eyes looked threateningly into the gloom.
In a minute they encountered Tommy"s brown ones, bright and defiant.
The farmer grunted.
"Bees you there, eh?" he asked.
Tommy grinned.
"All right, you needn"t get shirty," he said.
"Shirty, eh? I wunt get shirty. Don"t you make no mistake. Jake!"
"Ah!"
"My stick down there?"
"Ah."
"Will you "ave it up "ere or down yon, young man?"
Tommy flushed hotly, and Madge held his arm.
"You daren"t hit me," he said.
The farmer laughed.
"You"ve bin trespa.s.sin" more"n once, young man, wi" your catapult an"
your sharp tongue, an" now I"m goin" to "ave my bit. Up "ere or down yon?"
Tommy temporized.
"Let us come down," he said, eyeing the door warily.
"Young miss, you get down first," said the farmer.
Madge obeyed with pale cheeks, and stood, half in sunlight, at the door.
"Jake!"
"Ah!"
"See the young rip don"t get out."
"Ah!"
Tommy clambered down, standing between the two men. Then he made a bolt for freedom, dodging Jake"s half-hearted attempt at resistance.
But the farmer held him as he recoiled from Jake and jerked him over a truss of hay.
And for the next few minutes Tommy was very uncomfortable.
"Oh, you cad, you cad, you beastly, putrid cad."
Tommy spoke between his teeth at each stroke of the farmer"s stick.
The man released him in a minute or two, and Tommy rushed at him with both fists. The farmer laughed.
"Guess you won"t come knockin" about this barn again in a hurry," he said as he pushed him easily into the yard and closed the great door with a thud.