I like grit, wherever I see it." When they had gained the top of the bank, the man paused.
"I'd be glad to do something for ye," said he; "but then there's nowhar I could take ye.

The best I can do is to tell ye to go _thar_," said he, pointing to a large white house which stood by itself, off the main street of the village.

"Go thar; they're kind folks.

Thar's no kind o' danger but they'll help you,--they're up to all that sort o' thing." "The Lord bless you!" said Eliza, earnestly.
"No 'casion, no 'casion in the world," said the man.

"What I've done's of no 'count." "And, oh, surely, sir, you won't tell any one!" "Go to thunder, gal! What do you take a feller for?
In course not," said the man.