He had even felt the check, and knew that he had torn a hole in the side.
"Hey, but yow've done it now, Mester Dick!" said Dave, laying the pole across the boat and sitting down.
"I couldn't help it, Dave.

I did try so hard!" pleaded the lad.
"And you wouldn't let me try--obstinate!" grumbled Tom.
"Deal better you'd have done it, wouldn't you!" cried Dick in an exasperated tone.
"Done it better than that!" cried Tom hotly.
"Nay, yow wouldn't, lad," said Dave coolly.

"It's a girt big un, and he's too sharp for us.

Well, it's getting on and we may as well go home.

He's gone! Blether wean't come to the top no more!" "But will he take a bait again, Dave ?" said Dick; "I mean, if we come another time." "Will yow want any dinner to-morrow, lad ?" said Dave, laughing.