"It will only be heavy in the boat." "Nay, put it in," said the man with a dry look.

"Mebbe the fish would like a drop.

Mak' 'em bite." The boys laughed, and stepped into the punt, which was soon gliding over the dark waters that lay in pools and winding lane-like canals, Dave, in his fox-skin cap, standing up in front and handling the pole, the boys carefully examining the contents of the boat.
"What's in that bucket, Dave ?" "Never mind; you let it alone," said Dave gruffly; and Dick dropped the net he was raising from the pail.
"Well, let's look at the basket, Dave." "Nay; I wean't hev my hooks and lines tangled up just after I've laid 'em ready.

Yow two wait and see when we get acrost to wheer the pike lays." "Oh, very well!" said Dick in a disappointed tone.

"I would have shown you what we've got in our basket." "I know what you've got yow telled me," retorted Dave.