I seed him preaching to that 'ere Crawy, three or four times when he ought to have hauled him up.

He consorts with them poachers, sir, uncommon.

I hope he ben't one himself, that's all.' 'Nonsense, Harry!' 'Oh?
Eh?
Don't say old Harry don't know nothing, that's all.

I've fixed his flint, anyhow.' 'Ah! Smith!' shouted the squire out of his study window, with a cheerful and appropriate oath.

'The very man I wanted to see! You must lead these keepers for me to-night.