thieves?â
âYes, horse thieves. Very dangerous men, horse thieves. Hordes of them roam the countryside, looking for valuable horses. Theyâre not interested in boys,â he added hastily, âonly horses. So if you see any sinister-looking men coming this way, you must call down to me at once. As loudly as you can. Is that clear, Nicky?â
The boy clicked his heels in a military manner. âYes, sir! I will guard the horse.â
âGood lad!â Gabe recommenced his descent, slipping and sliding in places where the rocks gave way to mud. It really was quite dangerous.
âW hatcher doinâ?â
Nicky was so startled he nearly fell over the cliff. Heâd been leaning out, watching. He raised a fist as he turned, but instead of a horde of sinister men, there was just one ragged boy a little older than himself, with a sharp face and bold, dark eyes. He was pulling a rickety two-wheeled handcart.
âWho are you?â He clutched Trojanâs reins defensively.
The boy scowled. His face was remarkably dirty. Nicky doubted his hair had been brushed in weeks. His feet were bare, his trousers were tattered but he showed not a shred of shame. âI asked you first! And whatâre you doinâ with Trojan?â
His tone stung Nicky, prompting him into responding to a boy of a class he knew was beneath him. âIâm guarding him,â he answered in the crushing manner that Papa had taught him.
âFrom what?â
âFrom horse thieves.â
âHorse thieves?â declared the boy scornfully. âAs if anyone around here would be daft enough to nick Mr. Gabeâs Trojan!â
âNick?â Nicky didnât understand.
âNickâdoncha know what that means? Pinch, swipe, nab, stealââ
âOh.â Nicky thought for a moment. âSo you donât think thereâs any horse thieves around here?â
The boy spat. âNah. Never heard of any and Iâve lived here all me life. And even if there was one, he wouldnât get far. Everyone in these parts knows Mr. Gabe and Trojan.â
Thoughtfully Nicky let go of the reins. It was as he had thought at first: Mr. Renfrew had just wanted him out of the way. He, like Papa, thought Nicky was useless.
âSo, what were you lookinâ at?â the grubby boy demanded, still faintly hostile.
Nicky pointed. âThat slipper, that blue thing down there.â
The boy squinted down, then nodded. âA slipper, is it? Thatâs all right then, you can have it. I was worried you was after me eggs and stuff.â
âEggs and stuff?â
The boy jerked his chin at the cliffs. âI get eggs from the nests there. Good eatinâ, those eggs.â
âOh.â Eggs from wild seabirds? An English delicacy, no doubt, Nicky thought.
The boy looked down the cliff and wrinkled his nose. âWhat do you want with one slipper?â
âThat is my business,â Nicky said. He did not think it proper to reveal his motherâs slipperless state to this strange and dirty boy.
âSo youâre goinâ to fetch it, then?â The boyâs tone was mildly skeptical.
âI might.â
âNot in them boots ya wonât.â
Nicky looked down at his boots. âWhy not?â
The boy spat again. ââCause youâll fall to your death, thatâs why not. Them fancy leather soles will slip on the rocks and mud. You wonât be able to get a good grip at all.â
âOh.â
âSo take âem off.â
âYou mean go down there with no shoes?â
âThatâs how I do it. You get a better grip with your toes. Never fallen yet. Ainât you never climbed a cliff before?â
âNever,â Nicky admitted. Heâd never walked outside in bare feet, either, but he wasnât going to admit that.
âWell take it from meâI know all about it,â said the boy. âSome folks call me
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