"Stealing, say you?" rejoined Dick, his brows knitting together; "I scorn your words, Kiah Dobson!—You lie in your throat!—What do I steal?"
"The 'squire's hares, by dozens, thou saucy varlet," answered Kiah.
"How come they to be the 'squire's hares?" asked Dick, fixing his eyes very keenly on the farmer.
"By feeding and breeding on his land," answered Kiah Dobson.
"But don't you plough the land, Farmer Dobson?"
"To be sure I do——"
"And don't you buy the seed to sow upon the land?"
"Sartainly I do——"
"And don't you sow the seed when you have bought it?"