Yes, there he is.

That's not so bad, is it ?' 'Ba'ad!' repeated John Browdie.

'It's eneaf to scare a mun to hear tell on.' 'I thought it would surprise you a bit,' said Squeers, rubbing his hands.

'It was pretty neatly done, and pretty quick too.' 'Hoo wor it ?' inquired John, sitting down close to him.

'Tell us all aboot it, mun; coom, quick!' Although he could not keep pace with John Browdie's impatience, Mr Squeers related the lucky chance by which Smike had fallen into his hands, as quickly as he could, and, except when he was interrupted by the admiring remarks of his auditors, paused not in the recital until he had brought it to an end.
'For fear he should give me the slip, by any chance,' observed Squeers, when he had finished, looking very cunning, 'I've taken three outsides for tomorrow morning--for Wackford and him and me--and have arranged to leave the accounts and the new boys to the agent, don't you see?
So it's very lucky you come today, or you'd have missed us; and as it is, unless you could come and tea with me tonight, we shan't see anything more of you before we go away.' 'Dean't say anoother wurd,' returned the Yorkshireman, shaking him by the hand.