“I don’t care what he says. I shall give him a shilling to buy some more powder, and he can soon make himself another horn.”
Chapter Two.
The Great Fen Drain.
“Yes, it’s all right, Master Winthorpe,” said Farmer Tallington; “but what will the folks say?”
“Say! What have they got to do with it?” cried Squire Winthorpe. “You boys don’t make so much noise. I can’t hear myself speak.”
“Do you hear, Tom, howd thy row, or I’ll send thee home,” said the farmer; “recollect where you be.”
“Yes, father,” said, the lad.
“It wasn’t Tom; it was me,” said Dick quietly.