"Where do you see the lights?"
"Up yonder, at Stonehanger. It be'unt no sort of a light, but a sort of a glare fur the while you count ten. I doan't say nothing to nobody. We be'unt none of us so tarrible honest, Master Jasper, as we can pull other folks' clothes off their beds. But I've seed strange men go over Stonehanger Common at midnight."
Jasper kept a grave and rather sceptical face.
"When you go out rabbiting, Tom?"
Stook grunted.
"I doan't know nothing 'bout that."
"Nor do I, Tom. If the men didn't have a few rabbits, we shouldn't have any crops."
"Sure, Master Jasper, I always said you be a young man o' sense."
"The squire likes his punch, Tom. We don't ask too many questions in Sussex. I'll wager we have stuff in our cellar that never paid duty."
Stook went on hoeing methodically.