After a sip, he resumes speech with the remark:
“If I mistake not, you are a poor man, Monsieur Dempsey?”
“You ain’t no ways mistaken ’bout that, Father Rogier.”
“And you’d like to be a rich one?”
Thus encouraged, the poacher’s face lights up a little. Smilingly, he makes reply:
“I can’t say as I’d have any particular objection. ’Stead, I’d like it wonderful well.”
“You can be, if so inclined.”
“I’m ever so inclined, as I’ve sayed. But how, your Reverence? In this hard work-o’-day world ’tant so easy to get rich.”
“For you, easy enough. No labour and not much more difficulty than transporting your coracle five or six miles across the meadows.”
“Somethin’ to do wi’ the coracle, have it?”