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The man was white with fear and rage.

'Here, tak' thy beast, and lead her wheere she'll noane hear yon

cries and shouts. She's fairly moithered wi' heat an' noise.' 'They're brennin' ivery rag I have i' t' world,' gasped out Simpson:

'I niver had much, and now I'm a beggar.' 'Well! thou shouldn't ha' turned again' thine own town-folks, and

harboured t' gang. Sarves thee reet. A'd noane be here leadin'

beasts if a were as young as a were; a'd be in t' thick on it.' 'It was thee set 'm on--a heerd thee--a see'd thee a helping on 'em

t' break in; they'd niver ha' thought on attackin' t' house, and

settin' fire to yon things, if thou hadn't spoken on it.' Simpson

was now fairly crying. But Daniel did not realize what the loss

of all the small property he had in the world was to the poor

fellow (rapscallion though he was, broken down, unprosperous

ne'er-do-weel!) in his pride at the good work he believed he had set

on foot.

'Ay,' said he; 'it's a great thing for folk to have a chap for t'

lead 'em wi' a head on his shouthers. A misdoubt me if there were a

felly theere as would ha' thought o' routling out yon wasps' nest;

it tak's a deal o' mother-wit to be up to things. But t' gang'll

niver harbour theere again, one while. A only wish we'd cotched 'em.

An' a should like t' ha' gi'en Hobbs a bit o' my mind.' 'He's had his sauce,' said Simpson, dolefully. 'Him and me is

ruined.' 'Tut, tut, thou's got thy brother, he's rich enough. And Hobbs 'll

do a deal better; he's had his lesson now, and he'll stick to his

own side time to come. Here, tak' thy beast an' look after her, for

my bones is achin'. An' mak' thysel' scarce, for some o' them fellys

has getten their blood up, an' wunnot be for treating thee o'er well

if they fall in wi' thee.' 'Hobbs ought to be served out; it were him as made t' bargain wi'

lieutenant; and he's off safe wi' his wife and his money bag, and

a'm left a beggar this neet i' Monkshaven street. My brother and me

has had words, and he'll do nought for me but curse me. A had three

crown-pieces, and a good pair o' breeches, and a shirt, and a dare

say better nor two pair o' stockings. A wish t' gang, and thee, and

Hobbs and them mad folk up yonder, were a' down i' hell, a do.' 'Coom, lad,' said Daniel, noways offended at his companion's wish on

his behalf. 'A'm noane flush mysel', but here's half-a-crown and

tuppence; it's a' a've getten wi' me, but it'll keep thee and t'

beast i' food and shelter to-neet, and get thee a glass o' comfort,

too. A had thought o' takin' one mysel', but a shannot ha' a penny

left, so a'll just toddle whoam to my missus.' Daniel was not in the habit of feeling any emotion at actions not

directly affecting himself; or else he might have despised the poor

wretch who immediately clutched at the money, and overwhelmed that

man with slobbery thanks whom he had not a minute before been

cursing. But all Simpson's stronger passions had been long ago used

up; now he only faintly liked and disliked, where once he loved and

hated; his only vehement feeling was for himself; that cared for,

other men might wither or flourish as best suited them.