"The lonely church, right out on the marshes, with graves round it!" "That's it," said Joe.
The stranger, with a comfortable kind of grunt over his pipe, put his legs up on the settle that he had to himself.

He wore a flapping broad-brimmed traveller's hat, and under it a handkerchief tied over his head in the manner of a cap: so that he showed no hair.

As he looked at the fire, I thought I saw a cunning expression, followed by a half-laugh, come into his face.
"I am not acquainted with this country, gentlemen, but it seems a solitary country towards the river." "Most marshes is solitary," said Joe.
"No doubt, no doubt.

Do you find any gypsies, now, or tramps, or vagrants of any sort, out there ?" "No," said Joe; "none but a runaway convict now and then.

And we don't find them, easy.