Above all, I could not help thinking over my father's behaviour that day.

It was evident that he feared attack by making such preparations, and no doubt I should soon see him drilling the work-people he had gathered around him, and I dwelt a good deal, being tolerably observant, upon the fact of his letting Bigley see all his preparations.

I was asking myself why he had done this, and what reason he had for it, when Bigley woke up and said that it was time to go and get something to eat.
I did not answer and say it was, but a silent monitor gave me a hint that he was quite correct, and so we went to the cottage, and Mother Bonnet gave us quite a feast of bread and butter and fried fish, which form no bad refreshment for two hungry boys..