"Heh?"
"I want the Farm, Bungay Marshes, Lisborough."
"What d'ye want 'un fur?"
"What the deuce is that to you? Get on again, Rodney, or the brute'll be off."
"I cannot. I am unable; I fear both my legs are fractured."
"Nonsense! The shaking'll do you good—wake you up—put some spirit into you. Well, my man, don't you know where the Farm is?"
"Yes, I knows," said Mr. Minnidick.
"Where, then?"
"'Ereabouts."
"I know that."