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"Yow've 'ad enough, my lad," said the host, "to last y'r the rest of y'r life. The next 'oss you rides'll be foaled of an acorn. Let Timothy put him in clink, Master Mayor, and come and have a noggin of the real thing. Gom, I'm that dry my belly'll be thinking my throat's cut." "Arrest this man, Timothy Tomkins, and put him in jail till I can take due order for his trial."
"Hooray!" shouted one of the men, and this was followed by a roar. "We wouldn't hurt the ganger, and we're going to pay out him as did." There was a tremendous yell at this, and the men nourished their weapons in a way that looked serious for the culprit if he should be discovered. "Ay, but yow've got to find out first who it was," said Hickathrift.
"Hey, but yow've done it now, Mester Dick!" said Dave, laying the pole across the boat and sitting down. "I couldn't help it, Dave. I did try so hard!" pleaded the lad. "And you wouldn't let me try obstinate!" grumbled Tom. "Deal better you'd have done it, wouldn't you!" cried Dick in an exasperated tone. "Done it better than that!" cried Tom hotly. "Nay, yow wouldn't, lad," said Dave coolly.
The lad looked piteously at Dave and his companion of the rabbit warren two inseparable friends and felt that his chance of seeing the ruffs and reeves captured was very small. "Are you going to-day, Dave?" he faltered. "Nay, lad," said Dave dryly, "yow've had enough o' the bog for one day. Go and dry thysen. I'll coom and fetch thee to-morrow."
"Nay, nay, we'll try yon one first," said Dave, for both the remaining trimmers were in sight, and though not where they had been laid down, they seemed to be no farther off than a lively bait and the wind might have taken them. "Theer, lads, yow'll hev to be saddisfied wi' what yow've got. No more to-day." "Oh, very well!" said Dick; "but I wish we'd got something more to eat."
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