"Who is there ?" called the shepherd.
"Young Matt's took powerful bad," answered a voice; "an' they want you t' come up t' th' house, an' doctor him." A drunken laugh came from the old tree, followed by a smothered oath.
The giant at Mr.Howitt's side growled under his breath, "Oh, I'm sick, am I?
There's them that'll be a heap sicker before mornin'.
Keep on a talkin', Dad.

We've got to make all the time we can, so's Jim can get here." The shepherd called again, "I do not recognize your voice.

You must tell me who you are." Outside there was a short consultation, followed by a still louder knock; "Open up.

Why don't you open up an' see who we are ?" while from under the tree came a call, "Quit your foolin' an' bring him out o' there, you fellers." This command was followed by a still more vigorous hammering at the door, and the threats, "Open up ol' man.

Open up, or we'll sure bust her in." Mr.Howitt whispered to his companion, "Let me open the door and talk to them, Grant.