"Ain't you heerd?"
"Ay, we 'ave."
"Where is he, then?"
"Well, faather says he's gone to Davy Jones, but I dunno where that are."
"Nor I too," said Benny, scratching his head. Then he looked at the oldest lad again.
"Did the man's missus go wi' him, does yer know?" he inquired.
"Never heerd nothing 'bout 'er," said the lad.
"An' yer knows nothin' more 'bout 'em?"
"No, nothin'."
"Mich 'bliged," said Benny, with an air of importance. And taking Nelly by the hand, he walked out of the house.