And he exhibited the warrant.
"Soh, yo mean to hong me, eh, wizard ?" cried Hal o' Nabs, kicking his heels with great apparent indifference.
"I do," replied Demdike; "if for nothing else, for slaying my hound." "Ey dunna think it," replied Hal.

"Yo'n alter your moind.

Do, mon.

Ey'm nah prepared to dee just yet." "Then perish in your sins," cried Demdike, "I will not give you an hour's respite." "Yo'n be sorry when it's too late," said Hal.
"Tush!" cried Demdike, "my only regret will be that Uriel's slaughter is paid for by such a worthless life as thine." "Then whoy tak it ?" demanded Hal.

"'Specially whon yo'n lose your chilt by doing so." "My child!" exclaimed Demdike, surprised.