“I don’t owe you a penny, Magg; and you’re a cheat.”
“Nay, sir, that I aren’t. Well, pay me two on it, and I’ll go on trusting you the rest.”
“But I’m sure I paid you everything I owed you, Magg.”
“Oh no, sir. That’s the way with you young gents. You forgets, that’s what you does. I’ve lost lots o’ money through the Doctor’s boys; and it’s very hard on a pore fellow who’s trying his best to get a honest living, but as every one’s agen.”
“Ah, that’s all gammon, Magg!” cried Mercer. “See how you left us in the lurch over our ferreting.”
“I was obliged to, sir; every one’s agen me so. Nobody believes in me. Do pay me the two shillin’, sir.”
“I won’t. It’s all humbug, and you don’t deserve it,” cried Mercer.
“There, hark at him, Master Burr junior! Aren’t he hard on a pore fellow, who was always doing him kindnesses? Look at the times I’ve sat up o’ nights to ketch him rats and mice or mouldy-warps. Didn’t I climb and get you two squirls, and dig out the snake from the big bank for you?”
“Yes; and cut his tail off with the spade,” cried Mercer. “You spoiled him.”
“Well, I couldn’t help that, sir; and I must go now, ’fore the gardener comes along.”