“Tell ’ee what. Do it at once if you like; but if I had my wayer I’d tie lump o’ iron fast on to that theer dorg’s collar and drop ’im in dam.”
“What good ud that do?” said another voice.
“Good! Why we’d be shut on him.”
“Ay, but they’d get another.”
“Well, they wouldn’t get another boy if we got shut o’ this one,” said the first voice.
“But yow wouldn’t go so far as to—”
The man stopped short, and seemed to give his stone a slap with the blade that he was grinding.
“I d’know. He’s a bad un, and allus at the bottom of it if owt is found out.”
“Ay, but yow mustn’t.”
“Well, p’r’aps I wouldn’t then, but I’d do something as would mak him think it were time to go home to his mother.”