"Hoy, Dave!" The decoy-man came slowly down toward the shore to meet them, and waved his hand in answer to Dick's call.
"Oh, I am sorry!" cried the latter.

"I wish I'd brought him something too.

I daresay he's as bad as John Warren." Dave's appearance proved the truth of Dick's assertion.

The decoy-man never looked healthy, but now he seemed ghastly of aspect and exceedingly weak, as he leaned upon the tall staff he held in his hand.
"We've come to see how you are, Dave," cried Dick as the boat bumped up against the boggy edge of the landing-place.
"That's kindly, Mester Dick.

Servant, mester.