"What do 'ee want—man?" said he.
Now hereupon, with a sudden gesture, I pitched my staff out through the open doorway into the road, and folded my arms across my chest, even as he.
"Why did 'ee do that?" he inquired, staring.
"Because I don't think I shall need it, after all."
"But suppose I was to come for 'ee now?"
"But you won't."
"You be a strange sort o' chap!" said he, shaking his head.
"So they tell me."
"And what does the likes o' you want wi' the likes o' me?"
"Work!"