Both the men handled the dog gently and carefully, but, after a moment's inspection, Thompson laid it down again on the turf.
'It's a shame!' he cried, with an oath that sounded pleasantly in Stephen's ears; 'it was one of the best little dogs about.

I'd take my vengeance on him for this.

In thy place, I couldn't sleep till I'd done something.' 'Ay!' said Stephen, with flashing eyes; 'I know where he's keeping a covey of birds up against game day--nineteen of them.

I've seen them every day, and I could go to the place in the dark.' 'That's a brave lad!' said Black Thompson; 'he's got his father's pluck after all, as I've always told thee, Davies, and we'll see him righted.
He's got his eyes in his head, has this lad!' 'They're down in the leasowe, between the Firspinny and Ragleth Hill,' continued Stephen; 'and they're just prime, I can tell ye.

And I know, too, what he doesn't know himself.