"I'm capped about them watches, an' right!" he mused.
The other took a pull at his beer, and replaced the cowboy pipe in his mouth.
"I cannot think th' bairn wor telling 'em lies," the elder one mused again.
"Gi'e me another match," said his brother.
The alder-buyer's wrinkled eyes were peering sideways at an auction announcement pinned to the wall. He shifted his feet in the legs of the tall stool. By and by he spoke again.
"Let's see. Let's study it out.... We com' home at tea-time that day, didn't we?"
"Ay."
"Then we went out into th' yard and washed we'rsens at th' bucket."
"Ay."
A pause, and then, the speaker's eyes on his hearer's face like two prickers: