I'm like the weatherwise man's pupil; as good as my master, give me time.

The master could tell you, at sunrise, whether the day would be wet or dry, and the pupil he could tell you at sunset: and that is just the odds between old Smitem and me." "Well, if he is old Smitem, I'm old Fightem." At night, he told Bayne he had private information, that the grinders were grumbling at being made a cat's-paw of by the forgers and the handlers.

"Hold on," said he; "they will break up before morning." At ten o'clock next day he came down to the works, and some peremptory orders had poured in.

"They must wait," said he, peevishly.
At twelve he said, "How queer the place seems, and not a grindstone going.

It seems as still as the grave.