Let Jesus do't all.' He's strang, He is.
'Yo're nobbut a worm.' But I've naw _assurance_, Davy, theer's whar it is--I've naw assurance!' he repeated, forgetting in his pain the unregenerate mind of his companion.
David walked on beside him wondering.

When he had last seen Tom he was lounging in a half-drunken condition outside the door of the 'Crooked Cow,' cracking tipsy jokes with the passers-by.
'Where is the prayer-meetin ?' he inquired presently.
'In owd Simes's shed--an it's late too--I mun hurry.' 'Why, theer'll be plenty o' room in old Simes's shed.

It's a fearfu big place.' 'An lasst time theer was na stannin ground for a corn-boggart; an I wudna miss ony o' Mr.Dyson's prayin, not for nothin.

Good neet to yo, Davy.' And Tom broke into a run; David, however, kept up with him.
'P'raps I'll coom too,' he said, with a kind of bravado, when they had passed the bridge and the Kinder printing works, and Clough End was in sight.
Tom said nothing till they had breasted a hill, at the top of which he paused panting, and confronted David.
'Noo yo'll not mak a rumpus, Davy,' he said, mistrustfully.
'An if do, can't a hundred or two o' yo kick me out ?' asked David, mockingly.

'I'll mak no rumpus.