"How much ?" "Not altogether," Askew replied, coloring.

"It's a matter of the damage the next flood may do.

We had an awkward job to strengthen the bank and I'm not going to have it cut." "Noo, Kit, dinna spoil sport," the old huntsman urged.

"It's none a trick for a canny lad to cheat the hounds." "Put terrier in an' niver mind him!" shouted another, and there were cries of approval.
"Stop digging, Tom," Askew said with quiet firmness.

"Pick up the dog." "We are wasting time," Thorn remarked.