Leather: "Stop a minute while I catch another, and then you shall go.

You must land it for me." Brookes was not kept long waiting, for another fish was hooked and landed in the same way; but before Leather had scooped it out Brookes was shouting again furiously.
"Must go, sir," said the convict.
"Stop and I'll come with you," cried Nic, laying down his rod as soon as the fish was unhooked, and he hurried with the man to where Brookes stood talking, though half he said was inaudible.
"Here, Master Nic," he said, as they approached; "I dunno what your father'll say.

Here's one of his best sheep o' that new breed down in a hole.

You've no business to let that fellow leave his work." "Where is it ?" said Leather anxiously.
"Where is it?
Where d'yer s'pose it is ?" said Brookes fiercely.

"Down in the narrer." "The sheep were all safe a few minutes ago," said Leather; and he ran off.
"Oh, yes," said Brookes, in a sneering tone; "'course they were." "Is it badly hurt ?" "Badly hurt?
I s'pose so.