'If 'twer a matter o' trapping a few rabbits none ud be keener nor yoursel,' he said. 'I can't drop into t' pit alone, and so, as Reuben's off, I'm left in t' lurch. And next week's Martinmas.'
'I ken so.'
'And 'll no split that either, I reckon.'
'Martinmas's out o' count.'
'Ah! ah! there's no spree where there's no brass, eh?'
'Brass! Brass indeed! It's folk without fire and with friends that I think on. Now, Dick, make off. I'll promise four days in t' fore-end. How art thee going, on Nobbin?'
'I lay I'll keep drier on my own shanks, and there 'll be nought for Nobbin to do, though that deuced hind leg o' hers 'll be getting stiff enough for t' farrier if she stands much longer.'
'I'll look after Nobbin.'
'Just a walk along t' track 'll do nought.'
'I think I ken t' needs o' that limb by now.'