Mark my words, they don't like it." "Who don't like what ?" said Tom.
"Will-o'-the-wisps don't like people cootting big drains acrost the fen, my lads.

They don't mind you fishing or going after the eels with the stong-gad; but they don't like the draining, and you see if it don't come to harm!" "Nonsense!" cried Dick.

"But I say, Hicky, you are so quiet about it all, did you see who it was shot at you ?" The big wheelwright looked cautiously round, as if in fear of being overheard, and then said in a husky whisper: "Ay, lads, I seen him." "What was he like, Hicky ?" said Tom, who suffered a peculiar kind of thrill as the wheelwright spoke.
"Somethin' between a big cloud, shape of a man, and a flash of lightning with a bit o' thunder." "Get out!" roared Dick.

"Why, he's laughing at us, Tom." "Nay, lads, I'm not laughing.

It's just what I seemed to see, and it 'most knocked me over." "It's very queer," said Dick thoughtfully.