In her then frame of mind she started a little; but on looking round, she saw Kester's face pressed against the glass, and, reassured, she softly opened the door.

There he stood in the dusk outer air, distinct against the gray darkness beyond, and in his hand something which she presently perceived was a pitchfork.
'Missus!' whispered he, 'a've watched t' maister t' bed; an' now a'd be greatly beholden to yo' if yo'd let me just lay me down i' t' house-place.

A'd warrant niver a constable i' a' Monkshaven should get sight o' t' maister, an' me below t' keep ward.' Bell shivered a little.
'Nay, Kester,' she said, patting her hand kindly on his shoulder; 'there's nought for t' fear.

Thy master is not one for t' hurt nobody; and I dunnot think they can harm him for setting yon poor chaps free, as t' gang catched i' their wicked trap.' Kester stood still; then he shook his head slowly.
'It's t' work at t' Randyvowse as a'm afeared on.

Some folks thinks such a deal o' a bonfire.