Mr. Peasemarsh put his hands in his pockets and laughed, and they did not like the way he did it. Then he shouted "Willum!" A stooping ostler appeared in a stable door. "Here, Willum, come and look at this 'ere young dook! Wants to buy the whole stud, lock, stock, and bar'l. And ain't got tuppence in his pocket to bless hisself with, I'll go bail!" Willum's eyes followed his master's pointing thumb with contemptuous interest. "Do 'e, for sure?" he said. But Robert spoke, though both the girls were now pulling at his jacket and begging him to "come along." He spoke, and he was very angry; he said-- "I'm not a young duke, and I never pretended to be. And as for tuppence--what do you call this?" And before the others could stop him he had pulled out two fat handfuls of shining guineas, and held them out for Mr. Peasemarsh to look at. He did look. He snatched one up in his finger and thumb. He bit it, and Jane expected him to say, "The best horse in my stables is at your service." But the others knew better. Still it was a blow, even to the most desponding, when he said shortly-- "Willum, shut the yard doors;" and Willum grinned and went to shut them. "Good-afternoon," said Robert hastily; "we shan't buy any horses now, whatever you say, and I hope it'll be a lesson to you." He had seen a little side gate open, and was moving towards it as he spoke. But Billy Peasemarsh put himself in the way. "Not so fast, you young off-scouring!" he said. "Willum, fetch the pleece." Willum went. The children stood huddled together like frightened sheep, and Mr. Peasemarsh spoke to them till the pleece arrived. He said many things. Among other things he said-- "Nice lot you are, aren't you, coming tempting honest men with your guineas!" "They _are_ our guineas," said Cyril boldly. "Oh, of course we don't know all about that, no more we don't--oh no--course not! And dragging little gells into it, too. 'Ere--I'll let the gells go if you'll come along to the pleece quiet." "We won't be let go," said Jane heroically; "not without the boys. It's our money just as much as theirs, you wicked old man." "Where'd you get it, then?" said the man, softening slightly, which was not at all what the boys expected when Jane began to call names. Jane cast a silent glance of agony at the others. "Lost your tongue, eh? Got it fast enough when it's for calling names with. Come, speak up! Where'd you get it?" "Out of the gravel-pit," said truthful Jane. "Next article," said the man. "I tell you we did," Jane said. "There's a fairy there--all over brown fur--with ears like a bat's and eyes like a snail's, and he gives you a wish a day, and they all come true." "Touched in the head, eh?" said the man in a low voice; "all the more shame to you boys dragging the poor afflicted child into your sinful burglaries."