If it were not right, I wouldn't ask you to join." "Nay, that you wouldn't, squire," said Farmer Tallington, taking a good draught from his ale.

"I'm saaving a few pounds for that young dog, and I believe in you.

I'll be two hundred, and that means--" "Twice as much land," said the squire, holding out his hand.

"Spoken like a man, Master Tallington; and if the draining fails, which it can't do, I'll pay you two hundred myself." "Nay, thou weant," said Farmer Tallington stoutly.

"Nay, squire, I'll tak' my risk of it, and if it turns out bad, Tom will have to tak' his chance like his father before him.