"O' bein' robbed, and plundered o' your gowd," replied Nance; "there are five men waitin' to set upon ye a mile further on, at the Bowder Stoans." "Indeed!" exclaimed Nicholas; "they will get little for their pains. I have no money about me."
And Naylor bursts into an old seventeenth century ditty of the days of "three-man glees." "They stoans, they stoans, they stoans, they stoans They stoans that built George Riddler's oven, O they was fetched from Blakeney quarr'; And George he was a jolly old man, And his head did grow above his har'.