"Why, yesterday morning," said the smith.
"Well, he bangs them all at lying!" said Gubblum.
"What dusta say?" shouted Job, with sudden fury.
"As you've telt us a lie," answered Gubblum.
"Sista, Gubblum, if you don't take that word back I'll—I'll throw you into the water-butt!"
"And what would I do while you were thrang at that laal job?" asked the peddler.
The blacksmith interposed.
"Sec a rumpus!" he said; "you're too sudden in your temper, Job."
"Some folks are ower much like their namesakes in the Bible," said Gubblum, resuming his pipe.
"Then what for did he say it worn't true as I found young Ritson yesterday morning wet to the skin in the church-yard?" said Job, ignoring the peddler.