Chapter Eleven.
Three Curious Characters.
“Yee-up, Jinkum! Yee-up!”
The exclamations were accompanied by the thwack of a stick over the hips of a donkey half-hidden under a pair of panniers.
“Don’t press the poor creetur, Jack. It be a hardish climb up the pitch. Gie’t its time.”
“But you know, Winny, the panners be most nigh empty—more’s the pity.”
“True o’ that. But consider how fur’s been the day. Seven mile to Monnerth—a good full load goin’—an’ same back, whens we be home. An’t han’t had thing to eat, ’cept the pickin’s ’long the roadside.”
“All the more reezun for gittin’ ’im soon home. I’d lay wager, if the anymal kud speak, ’t ’ud say the same.”