“Hey, I d’know, mester, I d’know.”
“Didn’t bring it with you, I suppose?” said Uncle Jack.
“Nay, mester, I didn’t bring it wi’ me.”
“Then how do you know it’s powder?”
“Hey, I d’know it’s powder,” groaned the miserable wretch. “It only looks like it. Tek off this trap thing. Tek away the light. Hey, bud I’m being killed.”
“Let me see,” said Uncle Jack with cool deliberation. “You climbed over the wall with that can of powder and the fuse.”
“Nay, nay, mester, not me.”
“And fell into a trap.”
“Yes, mester. Tek it off.”
“Where did you mean to put that can of powder?”