Damn yer thoughts! Ye saw Tom Bakewell fire that there rick!" The farmer pointed at some musk-pots in the window.

"What business ha' you to be a-thinkin'?
You're a witness?
Thinkin' an't ev'dence.

What'll ye say to morrow before magistrate! Mind! what you says today, you'll stick by to-morrow." Thus adjured, the Bantam hitched his breech.

What on earth the young gentleman meant he was at a loss to speculate.

He could not believe that the young gentleman wanted to be transported, but if he had been paid to help that, why, he would.