“How should I know?” said the man, surlily. “Californy or Roosalum, for owt I know.”
“No nonsense, Brumby,” said the constable. “You’d best speak out. Who wheer they?”
“Friends o’ mine,” said the man, taking his pipe out of his mouth for a moment, to relieve himself of a tremendous volume of smoke.
“What were their names?”
“How should I know? They come here, and has a bit o’ rafrashment, and they goes again. What do I keer, so long as they wares their money.”
“Who had they got wi’ ’em?”
“Nobbut their own sens.”
“But I mean when they comed.”
“Look ye here, I hadn’t going to answer all your queshtons.”
“Well, look here; had they any one wi’ ’em when they went away?”