Not that I knows much about Abram anyway.

Wheer abouts d'ye want in Minehead ?" "The railway station." "Right y' are! That's my ticket too.

Tired o' trampin' it, I s'pose, aint ye ?" "A bit tired--yes.

I've walked since daybreak." The waggoner cracked his whip, and the horses plodded on.

Their heavy hoofs on the dusty road, and the noise made by the grind of the cart wheels, checked any attempt at prolonged conversation, for which Helmsley was thankful.