“Nay, I don’t want no poother,” said Dave.
“Do you want some lead to melt down? I’ll give you a big lump.”
“Nay, I don’t want no poother, and I don’t want no lead,” said Dave in an ill-used tone. “I can buy what I want.”
“He does want it, Dick.”
“Nay, I don’t, lad; and things a man do want nobody asks him to hev.”
“Why, what do you want, Dave?”
“Oh, nowt! I don’t want nowt. But there is times when a man’s a bit ill out there in the fen, and he gets thinking as a drop o’ sperrits ’d do him good. But I d’n know.”
“All right, Dave! I won’t forget,” said Dick. “Jump in, Tom.”
“Nay, what’s the good?” said Dave.
“All right, Tom! He’s going to take us to the ’coy.”