"Ay."
"It be'unt safe to whack in and fight 'em. Mr. Winter he be sly. I've seed her at her window."
"Have ye?"
"At t' back o' t' house. Sure, Dave, ain't Farmer Cross's bull bruk out o' t' meadow, gored Will Gray, and come rampin' down yonder?"
David looked at Tom Stook and grinned. It was amazing how well he could hear the vernacular on occasions.
"Sine—and t' beast be blood mad!"
"We be after him."
"Runnin' five mile!"
"And t' brute be tarrifyin' t' whole country——"
"Sure."