Now I come t' think iv it, I ain't too sure 'bout these blanky rheumatics o' mine." He reached down his back and rubbed himself anxiously.
"I thought my diabetes was a-movin', but they're all back at me agin," said Coleman.
"The chicken died what I gave the mixture to," explained Anderson.
Dickson scowled and felt himself, for as far as he could reach up and down his spine.

"I'm pretty certain the rheumatics 're comin' back," he murmured.

"Wow!" he gasped, as a bad twinge took him.

"It is back!" "Tell yeh what," Anderson remarked plaintively, "we've been done." "He's a blanky fraud!" "A robber!" "Let's look him up, 'n' 'ave a word or two." The farmers seized their sticks.

They moved towards the door, but already Nickie had begged to be excused, and passed into the night.