How do, neighbour ?" Dave's head went up and down as if he had a hinge at the back; and as the party landed, he too shivered and looked exceedingly feverish and ill.
"Why, Dave, my man, you ought to see a doctor!" said Mr Marston, kindly.
"Nay, sir, no good to do ought but bear it.

Soon be gone.

Only a shivering fit." "Well, I'm trying to doctor you," said the engineer, laughing.

"Once we get the fen drained, ague will begin to die out." "Think so, mester ?" "I am sure so." "Hear that, neighbour ?" said Dave, looking at Hickathrift.

"Think o' the fen wi'out the shakes." "We can't stop, Dave," cried Dick; "because we've got to get home, for Mr Marston to walk over to the sea-bank to-night; but I'll come over and see you to-morrow and bring you something.