"Not yet, Tom."
"That did tarrify the folk. I seed ut begin a'glimmering just afore midnight."
"You keep late hours, Tom."
"I doan't knows as I do."
He hoed on in silence for some moments.
"T 'rabbits be tarrible thick down our way. They'd be for eatin' all the green stuff, if I didn't snare 'em. Maybe I keeps late hours now and agen. A man sees some funny things of a night, surely."
"What sort of things, Tom?"
"Lights, and men wid dark lanterns. Smugglers and Frenchies."
"Oh, come, Tom!"
"Sure, I be tellin' the truth."