The County they've got a powerful big road-engine, Squoire.
They'll charge them gates to-morrow--there 'll be a terr'ble to do.
My wife, she's frightened to death.

She's got a cart from Laycocks, and she's takin' all our bit things over to her mother's.

She won't stay, she says, to be blowed up, not for no one.

Them Governments is terr'ble powerful, Squoire.

If they was to loose a bit o' gas on us--or some o' they stuffs they put into shells?
Noa, Noa, Squoire'-- Perley shook his head resolutely, imitated exactly by Dodge--'we'll do our dooty in them things we was engaged to do.