If Porthlooe was the place it used to be, there'd be tin kettles in plenty to drum en out o' this naybourhood to the Rogue's March next time he showed his face here.

When's he comin' back ?" No one knew.
"The girl's as bad; but 'twould be punishment enough for her to know her lover was hooted out o' the parish.

Mind you, _I_'ve no grudge agen the man.

I liked his dare-devil look, the only time I saw en.

I'm only sayin' what I think--that you'm all afeard." "I don't b'long to the parish," remarked a Landaviddy man, in the pause that followed, "but 'tis incumbent on Lanihale, I'm fain to admit." The Lanihale men fired up at this.
"I've a tin-kettle," said Calvin Oke, "an' I'm ready." "An' I for another," said Elias Sweetland.