“And you, what will you do?”
“Get to wuck again, Mester, as soon as I can.”
“And the men who beat you like that?”
“Eh, what about ’em?”
“Shall you try and punish them?”
“Punish ’em, Mester! Why, how can I? They punished me.”
“But you will turn upon them for this, Pannell, will you not?”
“Nay, Mester; I went again ’em, and they knob-sticked me for it, and it’s all done and over. I shall soon be back at my stithy, if you’ll hev me again.”
“Have you! Yes, my man, of course,” said Uncle Jack. “I wish we could have more like you.”
“Cob,” said Uncle Jack as we strode on and got well out into the country, “we’ve got a very strong confederation to fight, and I do not feel at all hopeful of succeeding; but, there: we’ve put our hands to the plough, and we can’t look back. Now never mind business, let’s listen to the birds and enjoy the fresh country air for a time.”