"He's a regular sham." "Nay, I don't know as boys steals out o' windows at nights, and goes creeping along in the dark, and playing their games as other people gets the credit on.

I don't know nothing.

Oh, no!" "Why, you cowardly--" Dick did not finish his speech, for at that moment Hickathrift stretched out one of his great arms, and his big hand closed with a mighty grip on the constable's shoulder, making the man utter a sharp ejaculation.
"That'll do," he growled.

"Yow shoot thee neb.

Man as says owt again Mester Dick here's saying things agen me." "What do you mean ?" cried the constable.