"Darned if I know," said the man. "On'y there bees summat as hits I unnever I goes at the wheel, master."
"That's the farmer himself just come in," said Tommy burrowing deeper into the hay.
They could hear him speaking.
"Get on wi' your work, Jake, an' don't get talkin' your nonsense to me, man."
The man grumbled.
"Darned if it are nonsense, master," he said. "Just you wait till you be hit yoursen—right in the bark o' your neck, too."
"O Tommy, do hit him—the farmer I mean."
Tommy shook his head.
"It wouldn't do," he said.