He'll shoot over their heads _first_." "Yes, of course," said Hilda.
"That's right, Miss Hil.

Then if that don't do no good, he'll give 'em a dose o' number six.

And then, missus, if that don't do, he'll try swan shot; but don't you be frecken.

Master knows how to manage strange blackfellows.

Come along, my lad.