“Well?”
“Has some one been having a lark with us?”
“I dunno, and I don’t know anything,” growled Bob. “You arn’t wanted to ask questions, but to answer what Mr Dale wants to know. Now, then, what d’yer make of it?”
“Nowt.”
“Well, where are we?”
“Dunno.”
“What!—can’t yer tell?”
“Can’t find bottom, my lad; only seem to arrive at one thing.”
“Well, what is it?”
“Well, it’s this here; if it was me and you and old Barney—where is old Barney?”