"Morning to 'ee, Maister Dick," he said.
"Good morning, Joe. You look very spry," replied Dick genially.
"Well, and I feel spry, to be sure. Haven't 'ee heard?"
"Heard what?"
"Why, how we brought up the smugglers wi' a round turn last night."
"Did you? Tell me about it, Joe. I wish I had seen it, but Father won't let me out of the house at night now."
"Why for, maister?"
"Because I got home very late the other night, and he's afraid I shall get my head broken, I think, now that the folks are so set against us."
"'Tis a very wise commandment of the Squire. Well, I'll tell 'ee. Never was they so flambustered afore. When I seed Isaac and Jacob goin' off so merry t'other morning, I guessed she wouldn't come back empty, the wind favourin' and all. So what do I do but put on my considerin' cap——"
"That means a pipe and a bowl of rum, doesn't it?" said Dick with a laugh.