Them's best." "Hullo, Dave!" cried Dick; "how about the ruffs and reeves?
You said you'd take me to the netting." "Well, haven't I come for you, lad ?" said Dave quietly.
"Have you?
Oh, Tom, and we've got this old stump to draw away! I can't go now, Dave." "There's plenty o' time, lad.

I'm not going back yet Hicky's got to put a bit o' plank in my boat 'fore I go back." "Come on, Tom, and let's get it done," cried Dick.

"Here, give us the rope." He took the rope, fastened it to one of the roots, and then joined the traces together, and tied the rope about them.
After this the donkey was turned so that his head was toward the sharp slope, leading to the Priory on the Toft, and a start was made.

That is to say, the donkey tightened the traces, stuck his hoofs into the ground, tugged for a minute without moving the stump, and then gave up.
"Why, Mester Dick, yow'll have to get root on a sled or she weant move." "Oh, we'll do it directly!" cried Dick.

"Here, Tom, you give a good shove behind.