One of these new portable forges." Cheetham reflected for some little time.

He then said it was a ticklish thing, and he saw but one way.

"The forge must come here, after closing hours, and you and I must fetch it away in the dead of night, and take it down to the old church, and set it up." "Well, but, sir, we shall want assistance." "Nay, nay.

I've got the last suit of moleskin I ever worked in laid away.

I'll air 'em, and put 'em on again; and, when I've got em on once more, I shall feel a man again.