‘Th' dog's goin' mad,’ said Amos.
‘It's noan as mad as thee, owd lad,’ replied Moses. ‘I'll lay ought we'n noan so far fro' th' chilt.’
‘It is always wise to stop when a dog stops,’ assented the minister.
‘Yi; yo' connot stand agen instink,’ said Malachi.
‘Good lad! good lad! find him!’ sobbed Oliver to his dog; and the brute again whined and wagged its tail and ran round and between the legs of the men.
‘There's naught here,’ impatiently cried Amos.
‘I'll tak' a dog's word agen thine ony day, owd lad,’ said Moses.
‘Well, thaa's no need to be so fond o' th' dog. It once welly worried thi dog, and thee into th' bargain.’
‘Yi; it's bin a bruiser i' id time, an' no mistak'; but it's turned o'er a new leaf naa—and it's noan so far off th' child;’ and Malachi, too, commenced to encourage it in its search.