What's the use of trusting to a fellow like Silk! Bah! how I hate him.

He'll betray me as soon as ever it suits him, and--and--oh, I don't care.

Let him!" Gilks had reached this dismal climax in his reflections, when he suddenly became aware that the object of his meditations was approaching him.
Silk had his own reasons for not joining the throng that was looking on at the juniors' match.

It may have been mere lack of interest, or it may have been a special desire to take this walk.

Whichever it was, his presence now was about as unwelcome an apparition as Gilks could have encountered, and the smile on the intruder's face showed pretty clearly that he was aware of the fact.
"What are you prowling about here for ?" said he as he came up, with all the insolence of a warder addressing a convict.
"I've a right to walk here if I choose," replied Gilks, sulkily; "what are you here for ?" "To find you.