"I believe I hear a rat in my next trap.

That will make me twilve, and it's good and glad of it I am for I've to walk to town when my line is reset.

There's something Mary wants." "If Mary wants ye to go to town, why dinna ye leave me to finish your traps, and start now ?" asked Dannie.

"It's getting dark, and if ye are so late ye canna see the drifts, ye never can cut across the fields; fra the snow is piled waist high, and it's a mile farther by the road." "I got to skin my rats first, or I'll be havin' to ask credit again," replied Jimmy.
"That's easy," answered Dannie.

"Turn your rats over to me richt noo.
I'll give ye market price fra them in cash." "But the skinnin' of them," objected Jimmy for decency sake, though his eyes were beginning to shine and his fingers to tremble.
"Never ye mind about that," retorted Dannie.