“Dunno. Ye see his face were smothured in blood, so un couldn’t say.”
“Had he dark bushy whiskers?”
“Yes, sticking out on the side on his cheeks.”
“Had he on a ragged fustian coat and moleskin trousers, much the worse for wear?”
“Yes, un ’ad.”
“And short cropped dark hair?”
“His hair was a bit short.”
“Ah, thank you. Will you have a mug of ale?”
“Aye, thank ’ee, zur, I will.”
The ale was drawn and drunk with evident relish by the carter, who was apparently not much discomposed by the sight he had witnessed some hour or two before.