Dash it! thinks I.But th' old squire 'll be proud of you, that he will.

My farm lies three miles away.

You look at a crow flying due South-east five minutes from Riversley, and he's over Throckham farm, and there I 'll drive ye to-night, and to-morrow, clean and tidy out o' my wife's soap and water, straight to Riversley.

Done, eh?
My name's Eckerthy.

No matter where you comes from, here you are, eh, Master Harry?
And I see you last time in a donkey-basket, and here you come in breeches and defy me to singlewicket, and you bet me too!' He laughed for jollity.