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Ay, they be tidy; but I'm nowt to Dave. He's cunning like. Always at it, you see. Straange and badly though." "What, Dave is?" cried Dick. "Ay, lad; he's got the shakes, same as John Warren. They two lay out together one night after a couple o' wild swans they seen, and it give 'em both ager."
"Nay, nay, nay," he cried, "no one would do owt o' the soort, lad. Nay, nay, nay." "Ah, well, I don't know!" cried Dick. "All I know is that the stacks were burnt." "Weer they, lad?" "Yes, and the stables." Dave made a clucking noise with his tongue. "And the house had a narrow escape." "No; the house is right all but one room." "Eh, bud I'm straange and glad o' that, lad.
"No, he wouldn't. He never will when he says he won't." Just at that moment Hickathrift was muttering to himself on the bank, as he watched the boat. "Straange thing," he said, "that a girt big man like I am should allus feel like a boy. I wanted to go wi' they two straange and badly. I will go next time."
They've had wind o' tight times to Newtake, though how they should I caan't say, for the farm 's got a prosperous look to my eye, an' them as drops in dinnertime most often finds meat on the table. Straange a man what takes such level views as me should fall out wi' his elders so much." "'T is theer fault as often as yours; an' you've got me as well as your mother, Will; an' you've got your son.
"He is; an' 't is straange your comin' just this night, for Blee's away on a matter touching Will more or less, an' doan't reckon to be home 'fore light." "What coorious-fashion job be that then?" "Caan't tell 'e the facts. I'm under a promise not to open my mouth, but theer's no gert harm.
"There'll be straange games among all the fishes and birds here, because he's ketched. Look at him! Theer's a pike, and they're a trying to dree-ern all the watter off from the fens and turn 'em into fields. Hey, lads, it'll be a straange bad time for us when it's done." "But do you think it will take off all the water, and spoil the fen, Dave?" said Tom.
Chapple, and one Abraham Chown, the police inspector of Chagford, a thin, black-bearded man, oppressed with the cares of his office. "They be arranging the programme of festive delights," explained Phoebe. "My heart sinks in me every way I turn now. All the world seems thinking about what's to come; an' I knaw it never will." "'T is a wonnerful straange thing to fall out.
"Ay, he've hed nice games in his time here, lads!" said Dave, grinning with pleasure. "I'm straange and glad you've caught him. Many's the time I've sin him chase the fish and tak' down the water-rats. One day he hed howd of a big duck. He got it by its legs as I was going along, and the poor thing quacked and tried to fly, but down it went d'reckly. Big pike like this un'll yeat owt."
"How do you know that I'm a Londoner?" said Barrant, parrying the latter part of the question. "I can tell a Londoner at once," returned the other. "'Twould be straange if I couldn't. I'm Peter Portgartha. P'raps you haven't heard of me, but I'm well known hereabouts, and if you want to see any of the sights, you'd best coome to me, and I'll show you round." "A guide, eh?"
"Me, lad, me," came back in the thick hearty voice of the wheelwright. "What's amiss?" They told him. "I was straange and fast asleep," he said, "and didn't hear nowt; but my missus wakkened me, and I come on." "Ay, bud it wakkened me, neighbour," said Dave, who was busy administering to himself a pill.
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