“Well, I hope this firing o’ stacks won’t spread; but it’s like scarlet fever. What business are you on to-day?”
“I’ve bought the oaks at Brimpts,” said Pepperill.
“So I’ve heard.”
“And I’ve a mind to dispose of the bark.”
“Then here’s your man--Hamley the tanner.”
The man alluded to came up--a tall, handsome fellow, with a cheery face.
“Mr. Hamley,” said Pasco, “you’re the chap I want. I shall have tons o’ bark to sell shortly.”
“Well, Mr. Pepperill, I’m always ready for bark, if the figure suits. Tan is my trade, you know.”
“I shall have stuff the like of which you have not had the chance of buying, I’ll be bound. I’ve bought the oaks of Brimpts.”
“What, at Dart-meet?”