e. The ganger perhaps'll let you
off if you pay for it out of your wage."

"But I don't have any wages," I said in despair.

"You don't!" he cried. "Well, then, you're in for it. My word, I
wouldn't be you for a crown."

I stood gazing helplessly from the ladder to Ike and back, half feeling
that he was imposing upon me, but in too much trouble to resent it, and
as I stared about a robin came and sat upon the broken branch, and
seemed to be examining how much damage I had done.

"Well, what shall we do, young 'un?" said Ike.

"I suppose I must go on picking with the broken ladder," I said
gloomily.

"You ain't going to cut then?"

"No," I said firmly.

"Then look here," said Ike; "suppose I take the broken ladder up into
the shed, and hang it up, and bring another. When the ganger finds it
he'll think it was Shock broke it, and then you'll be all right, eh?
What do you say to that?"

"That I wouldn't be such a coward," I said stoutly. "I shall tell Mr
Brownsmith myself."

"Oh, very well!" said Ike, stooping and picking up the broken ladder.
"Here, give me that bit. I'll soon be back. Don't much matter. On'y
four foot gone, and we wanted a shorter one. This'll just do."

"Then it won't cost a hundred pounds?" I cried.

"No; nor a hundred pennies, boy. It was only my gammon. I'll soon be
back."

I felt as if a load had been lifted off my breast as Ike came back at a
heavy trot with a fresh ladder and planted it for me against the
apple-tree.

"That's about safe," he cried. "If you feel yourself falling, hook one
of your ears over a bough and hang on. Never mind the ladder: let that
go."

"That's nonsense!" I said sharply, and Ike chuckled.

"Look ye here, boy," he said, as I thanked him and ran up the ladder
with my empty basket, "I'll take that bough as you broke in among the
gooseberries, where he never hardly comes, and I'll tell him that I
broke the ladder moving it. You've had plenty of trouble already, and
my shoulders is bigger than yours."

"But it wouldn't be true," I said.

"Wouldn't it?" he replied, with a queer look. "Well, I suppose it
wouldn't; but I'll tell him all the same."

"No," I cried, after a fight with a very cowardly feeling within me that
seemed to be pulling me towards the creep-hole of escape, "I shall tell
him myself."

Ike turned off sharply, and walked straight to where the broken pear
bough lay, jumped up and pulled down the place where it had sna