It doan't matter to me one snap ov the finger whether the lad killed Foxey or whether he didn't--that bain't my business or yours.

What consarns me is, as the son of the man as saved my child's loife at t' cost of his own be hunted by the constables and be in risk of his loife.

That's t' question as comes home to me--oi've had nowt else ringing in my ears all day.

Oi ha' been oot to a searching high and low.

Oi ain't a found him, but oi ha made oop moi moind whaat I be agoing to do." They had moved a little away from the cottage now, but Luke lowered his voice: "Oi be agoing down to t' town in the morning to give moiself oop vor the murder of Foxey." Bill gave an exclamation of astonishment: "But thou didn'st do it, Luke ?" "I moight ha' done it for owt thou know'st, Bill.