"Ay," said he, "the man a corpse, and the lad an idiot.

One faulty stone did that, within four yards of me, in a moment of time." "Good heavens!" "I was grinding at the next stone but one.

He was taken, and I was left.
It might just as well have been the other way.

No saw-grinder can make sure, when he gets on his horsing, that he will come off it alive." The visitor left Henry to think of this while he drew Bayne aside, and spoke on another matter.
Afterward, all three left the works together; and Henry was so pleased with his new ally, that he told him, at the gate, he should be glad if he might be allowed to make his acquaintance.
"By all means," said the other.

"I am quite at your service.