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“
How
I
wish
’
twas
only
a
gipsy
!
”
he
murmured
.
The
man
was
by
this
time
coming
back
from
the
horses
.
In
his
fear
of
being
seen
the
boy
rendered
detection
certain
by
nervous
motion
.
The
heather
and
peat
stratum
overhung
the
brow
of
the
pit
in
mats
,
hiding
the
actual
verge
.
The
boy
had
stepped
beyond
the
solid
ground
;
the
heather
now
gave
way
,
and
down
he
rolled
over
the
scarp
of
grey
sand
to
the
very
foot
of
the
man
.
The
red
man
opened
the
lantern
and
turned
it
upon
the
figure
of
the
prostrate
boy
.
“
Who
be
ye
?
”
he
said
.
“
Johnny
Nunsuch
,
master
!
”
“
What
were
you
doing
up
there
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
.
”
“
Watching
me
,
I
suppose
?
”
“
Yes
,
master
.
”
“
What
did
you
watch
me
for
?
”
