But Daniel did not realize what the loss of all the small property he had in the world was to the poor fellow (rapscallion though he was, broken down, unprosperous ne'er-do-weel!) in his pride at the good work he believed he had set on foot.
'Ay,' said he; 'it's a great thing for folk to have a chap for t' lead 'em wi' a head on his shouthers.

A misdoubt me if there were a felly theere as would ha' thought o' routling out yon wasps' nest; it tak's a deal o' mother-wit to be up to things.

But t' gang'll niver harbour theere again, one while.

A only wish we'd cotched 'em.
An' a should like t' ha' gi'en Hobbs a bit o' my mind.' 'He's had his sauce,' said Simpson, dolefully.

'Him and me is ruined.' 'Tut, tut, thou's got thy brother, he's rich enough.