“Why, that it was a cute trick,” said he of the hat.
“A more clever trick I never heard,” said the man of the cap.
“Have you any memorials in the neighbourhood of the old Welsh?” said I.
“What do you mean?” said the man of the hat.
“Any altars of the Druids?” said I; “any stone tables?”
“None,” said the man of the hat.
“What may those stones be?” said I, pointing to the stones which had struck my attention.
“Mere common rocks,” said the man.
“May I go and examine them?” said I.
“Oh yes!” said he of the hat, “and we will go with you.”