But Tom wouldn’t say yea or nay to this. He only glowered, and Mr. Blackburn, who had now risen vastly in my opinion, glanced meaningly at the Bench, shrugged his massive shoulders, and started on a new tack.
“About these hares now? Stock does, you say they are?”
“Anything particular about them?”
“Not ’at aw know on. What sud there be. A hare’s a hare, an’ that’s all there is to ’t.”
“Have you examined this particular brace?”
“Not I. Why sud aw?”
“Not looked at their teeth?”
“Noa.”
“Well, would you mind doing so now?”
Very gingerly Tom did as he was bid.