He wer the worst of maisters, and, as thou know'st, Bill, oi hated him joost as all the countryside did.

He's been warned by King Lud and ha' been obliged to get the sojers at his factory.

Well, thou knowest it was nateral as he would drive down last noight to see how t' chaps at t' engine was a-getting on, and it coomed across my moind as it wer a good opportunity vor to finish un; so ther thou hast it." Bill gazed in astonishment through the darkness at his companion.
"But it bain't true, Luke?
Thou wast talking to me arter thou coom'd out of the Coo at noine o'clock, an thou saidst as thou was off to bed." "Nowt of the koind," Luke replied.

"Oi told ye, thou know'st, as I wer a-going down to t' toon and oi had got a job in hand.

Oi spoke mysterous loike, and you noticed as how oi had got a long rope coiled up in moi hand." Bill gave a gasp of astonishment.
"That's what thou hast got to say," Luke said doggedly; "only astead o' its being at noine o'clock it war at ten.