hat on, he wor sewer he'd been on th' spree. He
didn't give him a chance to spaik, but set to an' called him ivverything
he could lig his tongue to Joa tried to explain matters, but it wor noa
use.

"Its th' last time tha'll ivver drive for me! Tha's been ommost twelve
haars away!"

"Why, yo sed aw hadn't to hurry,--but if my drivin doesn't suit yo, yo
can drive yorsen, an' welcome; for that horse o' yor's wants huggin, net
drivin,--yo did reight to call it 'Old Pickle,' for its getten me into a
bonny pickle!"

"An what are ta dooin wi' that white hat? An' whears th' hat aw lent
thi?"

"This is th' hat yo lent me, for aw've nivver touched it sin aw set off,
an' if its changed color aw can't help it--if it weant do for a burrin
it'll do for a weddin."

"Dooant tell me nooan o' thi lies! Awm ommast fit to give thi a gooid
hidin whear tha stands!"

"Yo'd better think twice abaat that!"

"Aw will'nt think once," he sed, an' made a rush at him but Joa held his
fist aght, an' Rodger ran agean it wi' sich a force wol he flew back an'
messured his whole length ith' street.

"What's th' meanin o' that," he sed, as he sam'd hissen up,--"Isn't it
enuff, thinks ta, to goa on th' spree an' ommost kill a horse, but tha
mun come an' start o' illusin me? But awl mak thi smart for this as
sewer as my name is what it is!"

"Aw nivver touched yo," sed Joa, "all aw did wor to hold mi' neive aght;
an' if yo had'nt run agean it i' sich a hurry it wod'nt ha harmed yo."

"Awl let thi see whether it wod'nt or net! Goa into th' haase an' change
them clooas, an' nivver let mi' see thi face agean!"

Joa wor as anxious to change his clooas an' get off hooam as Rodger wor
to be shut on him, for his shirt wor wet throo wi' sweeatin, an' his
shoulder had th' skin off wi' thrustin, to say nowt abaat th' knocks
he'd getten when he tummeld off th' heears. He didn't loise any time,
an' when he coom back Rodger had just oppened th' heears an' fun all th'
stooans. "What the degger's th' fooil been doin?" he sed, as he held a
Ieet to luk inside. "What's ta fill'd th' heears wi' stooans for,
lumpheead? Why, ther's a looad big enuff for a elephant."

"They're just as yo put 'em in," sed Joa, "aw nivver touched ony on 'em;
an' if yo'll gie me mi wage awl be off hooam."

"Here's two shillin! goa an' buy a rooap to hang thisen, for tha arn't
fit to live!"

"When awm deead yo'll happen bury me for nowt, considerin 'at aw've
worked for yo?"

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