“Squire didn’t ask no more, for there was too much to do getting out your moother, lad, and trying to save the furnitur, ’sides throwing watter on the fire.
“Bud, theer, it warn’t no use. Plaäce burned like a bit o’ paäper, and we could do nowt bud save the best o’ the things.”
“Did you save the clock?” asked Dick.
“Ay, lad, I carried it out mysen, just as Mr Marston come oop wi’ a lot of his lads, and Farmer Tallington come from t’other way; and we saved all we could, and got out the beasts and horses, but t’owd plaäce is bont out.”
“And where is mother?”
“All reight along o’ my missus, bless her; and when we see we could do no more, squire began about who done it.”
“Yes: go on.”
“Well, theer’s nowt much to say, lad, only that soon as squire knowd who it weer he—”
“But how did he know who it was?” cried Dick.
“Some un towd him.”