Then Darley's heart relented.
'If yo're so set upo' knowing who t' fellow was, a could, mebbe, put yo' on his tracks.' 'How ?' said Hester, eagerly.

'I do want to know.

I want to know very much, and for a good reason.' 'Well, then, a'll tell yo'.

He's a queer tyke, that one is.

A'll be bound he were sore pressed for t' brass; yet he out's wi' a good half-crown, all wrapped up i' paper, and he axes me t' make a hole in it.