What's getten hold o' yo ?'' Tom hesitated a moment.

'_Th' Lord!_' he burst out at last, looking at Davy with that sudden unconscious dignity which strong feeling can bestow for the moment on the meanest of mortals.

'He's a harryin' me! I haven't slep this three neets for shoutin an cryin! It's th' conviction o' _sin_, Davy.

Th' devil seems a howdin me, an I conno pull away, not whativer.

T' new minister says, 'Dunnot yo pull.