And this boy's Ezekiel Trenoweth's son, and I knew him; knew him well." His voice was husky, and he seemed to have something in his throat, but he went on: "Well, it's a strange world.

To think of him being dead!" looking at the cap--which he had taken off his head.
"What! Father dead ?" "No, my lad, t'other chap: him as this cap belonged to.

Ah, he was a devil, he was.

Can't fancy him dead, somehow; seemed as though the water wasn't made as could have drowned him; always said he was born for the gallows, and joked about it.

But he's gone this time, and I've got his cap.