Some un got smoking his pipe in one of they stables, and set it afire." "No, no; some one must have set fire to the stacks." "Nay!" cried Dave, staring in the lad's face with his jaw dropped.
"Yes; that was it, and father thinks it was." "Not one o' the men, lad; nay, not one o' the men!" cried Dave.
"No, but some one who doesn't like the drain made, and that it was done out of spite." Dave whisked up his pole and struck with it at the water, sending it flying in all directions, and then made a stab with it as if to strike some one in the chest and drive him under water.
"Nay, nay, nay," he cried, "no one would do owt o' the soort, lad.

Nay, nay, nay." "Ah, well, I don't know!" cried Dick.

"All I know is that the stacks were burnt." "Weer they, lad ?" "Yes, and the stables." Dave made a clucking noise with his tongue.
"And the house had a narrow escape." "Hey, bud it's straange; and will Tallington hev to flit [move, change residence] then ?" "No; the house is right all but one room." "Eh, bud I'm straange and glad o' that, lad.

Well, we can't goo liggering to-day, lad.

It wouldn't be neighbourly." "No, I shouldn't care to go to-day, Dave, and without Tom.