‘And what abaat his spots, Abram?’
‘Why, he's weshed 'em all aat in th' Green Fowd Lodge wi' savin' Oliver o' Deaf Martha's little un.’
Enoch whistled the first bar or two of an old tune, and stood silent in thought, and then exclaimed:
‘Well, aw'v yerd o' th' seven wonders, but if what thaa sez is true, it mak's th' eighth.’
‘Yi, owd mon, but there's a bigger wonder nor that. He's gi'n Jim Crawshaw th' deeds o' Crawshaw Fowd, and towd him as he can pay him back when he geds th' brass.’
‘Abram, thaa'rt gammin'.’
‘Jim Crawshaw towd me this mornin', and I seed th' deeds wi' mi own een in his hond, and read th' letter Moses bed written.’
At this moment Mr. Penrose came along the field-path, and joined the two men. He, too, was strangely excited about Moses Fletcher, and, guessing what was uppermost in the minds and conversation of the two men, at once heartily joined them.
‘God moves in a mysterious way, doesn'd He, Mr. Penrose?’ said old Enoch.