"Do you want me to wring your neck ?" "Oh, I'll go, sir! I'll go, I'll go," he moaned.
"I've a good mind not to let you.

I wouldn't if I was fit to walk five miles." "But I'll roon 'em, sir! I will that! I'll go as fast as iver I can!" "And have a conveyance at the road-end of the lane as near an hour hence as you possibly can ?" "Why, there, sir!" he cried, crassly inspired; "I could drive you in our own trap in half the time." "Oh, no, you couldn't! I--I'm not fit to be out at all; it must be a closed conveyance; but I'll come to the end of the lane to save time, so let him wait there.

You needn't wait yourself; here's a sovereign of your money, and I'll leave the rest in the jug in my bedroom.

There! It's worth your while to trust me, I think.

As for my luggage, I'll write to Mr.Rattray about that.