What with that, and the bother about every set of harness being out of order, we shan't be off before nightfall--upon my soul we shan't.

'Tis a rough lot, Mrs.Newberry, that you've got about you here; but they'll play at this game once too often, mark my words they will! There's not a man in the parish that don't deserve to be whipped.' It happened that Hardman was at that moment a little further up the lane, smoking his pipe behind a holly-bush.

When Latimer had done speaking he went on in this direction, and Hardman, hearing the exciseman's steps, found curiosity too strong for prudence.

He peeped out from the bush at the very moment that Latimer's glance was on it.

There was nothing left for him to do but to come forward with unconcern.
'I've been looking for you for the last hour!' said Latimer with a glare in his eye.
'Sorry to hear that,' said Hardman.