“Well,” said I, with a grin, “let’s see you catch a fish and I’ll stand treat.”
He threw for some time in silence.
“I must be off,” said I.
“Fair play, master! I harsn’t got my fish yet.”
“I can’t wait all day for that.”
“Then, pay up. You put no limit to the time.”
I laughed and gave him the money, and he spat upon it for luck.
“You come fro’ yon old mill, don’tee?” said he.
“Yes, I do. You know me, it appears. Who may you be?”
“They carls me saxton ower at St. John’s yonder.”