"Have he runned away ?" "Are you sure you haven't seen him, my lad ?" growled Gurr; "because, look here, it may be a serious thing for some of you, if he is not found." The man shook his head, and stared as if he didn't half understand the drift of what was said.
Gurr turned angrily away, and to find himself facing Dick.
"Well, seen anything suspicious ?" "No, sir," said Dick, "on'y my fingers is a itchin'." "Scratch them then." "Nay, you don't understand," grumbled Dick.

"I mean to have a turn at that chap, Master Gurr, sir.

I feel as if I had him for 'bout quarter hour I could knock something out of him." "Nonsense! Come along.

Now, my lads, forward!" Jemmy Dadd's countenance changed from its vacant aspect to one full of cunning, as the party from the cutter moved off, but it became dull and semi-idiotic again, for Gurr turned sharply round.
"Here, my lad, where's your master ?" "Eh ?" "I say, where's your master ?" "Aren't in; mebbe he's out in the fields." Gurr turned away impatiently again, and signing to his men to follow, they all began to tramp up the steep track leading toward the Hoze, with the rabbits scuttling away among the furze, and showing their white cottony tails for a moment as they darted down into their holes.
Dick followed last, shaking his head, and looking very much dissatisfied, or kept on looking back at Jemmy, who stood like a statue, resting his chin upon the shaft of his pitchfork, watching him go away.
"I dunno," muttered Dick, "and a man can't be sure.

There was nowt to see and nowt to hear, and of course one couldn't smell it, but seems to me as that ugly-looking fisherman chap knows where our Mr Raystoke is.
Yah, I hates half-bred uns! If a man's a labourer, let him be a labourer; and if he's a fisherman, let him be a fisherman.