“Look here,” cried Pannell, giving his hammer a flourish round his head as if he were about to attack us. “I’m a man—I am.”
“And a good big one, Pannell,” said Uncle Bob smiling.
“Wish I were twyste as big, mester! Theer!” cried Pannell.
“I wish you were if it would be any comfort to you,” said Uncle Bob to himself.
“I’ve been a-thinking o’ this out while I’ve been hammering yonder, and I want to speak.”
“Yes,” said Uncle Jack. “Go on.”
“Look ye here, then,” cried Pannell, flourishing his hammer round as if he were a modern edition or an angry Thor; “does anyone say I telled on ’em? Did I tell on ’em, mesters? Answer me that.”
“What! About the outrages?” said Uncle Dick firmly.
“Outrages, mester!”
“Well, the attempts to blow us up.”