He examined the blades carefully, and with great interest.
"Well," said Henry, "were they forged by a smith, or a novice that is come here to learn anvil work ?" Reynolds did not reply to him, nor to Mr.Cheetham: he turned to the men.

"Mates, I'm noane good at lying.

Hand that forged these has naught to learn in Hillsbro', nor any other shop." "Thank you, Mr.Reynolds," said Henry, in a choking voice.

"That is the first gleam of justice that I--" He could say no more.
"Come, don't you turn soft for a word or two," said Cheetham.

"You'll wear all this out in time.