I bain't a-going to let him go by hisself, not loikely." "Thou art roight, lad," Luke said heartily.

"Dang it all, lad, thou speak'st loike a man.

Oi be sorry thou art going, Bill, for oi loike thee; but thou be right to go wi' this poor lad.

Goodby, lad, and luck be wi' ye;" and Luke wrung Bill's hand heartily.
"I shan't say goodby, Bill," Mary Powlett said quietly.

"I don't think Ned Sankey can have done this thing, and if he hasn't you will find that he will not run away, but will stay here and face it out." "Then he will be a fool," Luke Marner said.