Busy day wi' me to-morrow.

I thowt someone was killed." There was a faint glimpse of the man and his boat seen for a moment, and the water flashed in the rays of the stars as he turned; then his voice was heard muttering, and the splash of his pole came more faintly, while Dave secured and stepped out of the boat, to burst out suddenly in his grating unmusical laugh.
"He, he, he! His, hec, hac! Seems straange and disappointed, lads.
Talks as if he wanted someone killed.

Now, then, come on." By this time the squire and Mr Marston were a long way ahead, and Tom proposed a run to overtake them.
"Ay, run, lads.

Keep up a trot.

Dessay I shall be clost behind." "Come along!" cried Dick; and they started off along the track, with Dave increasing his stride and seeming to skim without effort over the ground, his long wiry legs and great strength enabling him to keep up with the boys, who, whenever they looked back, found him close behind.
"You needn't mind about me, lads," he said with a chuckle; "I sha'n't be far." They were rapidly gaining upon those in front; knowing this fact from the murmur of their voices as they kept up an animated discussion, when, all at once, it seemed as if the squire had begun to talk much more rapidly, and that Mr Marston was replying to him at a terrible rate, their voices becoming blurred and confused, as it were, when Dick realised what it meant.
"There's a party of the drain-men coming.