He had adopted it as a mask for more than a year past, because he _must_ go his way, and she worried him.
"Now look here," he said resolutely, "it don't matter.

I'm not goin' to be took by Westall.

I'd kill him or myself first.

But he caught me lookin' at a snare this mornin'-- it wor misty, and I didn't see no one comin'.

It wor close to the footpath, and it worn't my snare." "'Jim, my chap,' says he, mockin', 'I'm sorry for it, but I'm going to search yer, so take it quietly,' says he.