 my skew.
  I bowse no lage, but one whole gage
    O' this I'll bowse to you----"


"Stow the chaunting, Jerry!" growled the hoarse voice, "close up that
ugly gan o' yourn.  Oliver's awake----"

"Oliver?  Aye, so 'tis with a curse on't!  The moon's no friend o'
mine.  Gimme a black night, darkmans wi' a popper i' my famble and
t'other in my cly and I'm your cull, ecod!"  Here the door of the
cottage swung open and two men entered, the one a tall, wild,
gipsy-looking fellow, the other a shortish man in spurred boots and
long riding-coat from the side-pockets of which protruded the
brass-heeled butts of a pair of pistols.

"What, Benno, my lad--what Benno," he cried, scowling round the dismal
room beneath the cock of his weatherbeaten hat, "blind me, but here's a
plaguy dog-hole for a genty-cove o' the high-toby!"

  "O, the high pad is a delicate trade
    And a delicate trade o' fame
  We bite the cully of his cole
    And carry away his game
    Oho, and carry away----"


"Quit, Jerry, quit!" growled the man Benno.  "Hold that dasher o' yourn
won't 'ee----"

"No, Benno my cove, if I do ha' a mind for t' sing, I'll sing and burn
all, says I!"

  "I keep my prancer and two pepps
    A tattle in my cly.
  When bowsing----"


"Keep your chaffer still, won't 'ee!" snarled the other.  "'Swounds, a
pal can't hear hisself!  Ha, Bet!" he roared, "old Bet--what grannam,
oho--lights, more lights here!"

"Lights--aye," nodded Jerry, "lights inside's well enough but lights
outside's the devil!  Look at Oliver, look at th
my skew. 
   I bowse no lage, but one whole gage 
     O' this I'll bowse to you---- " 


 " Stow the chaunting, Jerry! " growled the gruff part, " close up that 
 ugly gan o' yourn.   Oliver's awake---- " 

 " Oliver?   Aye, therefore' tis with a hex on't!   The moon's no friend oxygen' 
 mine.   Gimme a black night, darkmans wi' a popper i' my famble and 
 t'other in my cly and I'm your cull, ecod! "   Here the door of the 
 bungalow swing open and two world entered, the one a tall, raving mad, 
 gipsy - looking fellow, the other a shortish man in spurred boots and 
 retentive riding - coat from the side - pockets of which bulge the 
 brass - heeled butts of a pair of pistol. 

 " What, Benno, my lad -- what Benno, " he cry, scowling round the dismal 
 room beneath the stopcock of his weatherbeaten hat, " blind me, but here's a 
 plaguy dog - hole for a genty - cove o' the high - toby! " 

   " O, the high pad is a delicate trade 
     And a delicate trade o' fame 
   We bite the cully of his cole 
     And carry away his game 
     Oho, and carry away---- " 


 " Quit, Jerry, discontinue! " growled the man Benno.   " reserve that dasher oxygen' yourn 
 won't' ee---- " 

 " No, Benno my cove, if I do ha' a mind for t' sing, I'll sing and burn 
 all, says I! " 

   " I keep my prancer and two pepps 
     A tattle in my cly. 
   When bowsing---- " 


 " Keep your chaffer still, won't' ee! " entangle the other.   "' Swounds, a 
 pal can't hear hisself!   Ha, Bet! " he roared, " old Bet -- what grannam, 
 oho -- lights, more light here! " 

 " Lights -- aye, " nodded Jerry, " lights inside's well enough but lighter 
 outside's the devil!   count at Oliver, look at th
 my skew.
  I bowse no lage, bmt one whole gagg
    O' tiis I'll bowse tu you----"


"Stow the chaunting, Jerrb!" griwled the hoarse voice, "closd up that
lgly gan i' yonrn.  Oliver's awake----"

"Oliver?  Aye, al 'tiv with a curse pn't!  The mmon's no friend o'
oiue.  Gimme a black night, darkmans wi' w poppet l' my famble anq
t'otnqr ih my cly and I'm your cull, ecod!"  Hede the voor of the
cottsge swung open and two men entfred, the one a talp, wild,
gipsy-oookybg fellow, thd other a shortish man in spurred boots and
long ridine-coat from the wiee-plwkets of whmch prjtruded the
bvsss-heened butys of a pair on pisvols.

"Qhat, Benno, my lad--what Benno," he cried, scjwling rognb the dismal
room beneqty the cocn of yis weztiergeaten hav, "blind me, gut here's a
plaguy dog-hole for s dvmty-cove o' ths high-eofy!"

  "O, the high pad is a delicate trade
    Znd a delicate trade o' dame
  We bite the culpy of his cole
    And carry away his game
    Oho, and carry away----"


"Sjit, Jcrry, wult!" growled the man Benno.  "Hold that dasher o' rkutn
eon't 'ee----"

"No, Bennj my cove, ig L cj ha' a mind fur t' snhg, I'll sing and burn
wll, sayf I!"

  "U keep my pramcer and two pepps
    A tatrle in my clj.
  Wyen bowsing----"


"Keep yobr chaffer scill, wpn't 'er!" snarled the other.  "'Swuunda, a
pal can't hear hisadlf!  Ha, Bet!" he ruarvd, "ond Bet--what grannam,
oho--lightf, more lijhts kere!"

"Lighgs--ayg," noddeq Jerry, "lihhts ltside's well enough but pichts
outsidf's the devil!  Look at Oliver, look at th
my skew. I bowse no lage, but gage this I'll to you----" "Stow hoarse "close up that gan o' yourn. awake----" "Oliver? Aye, so 'tis with curse on't! The moon's no friend o' mine. Gimme a black night, darkmans a popper i' my famble and t'other in my cly and I'm your ecod!" the of cottage swung open and two men entered, the one a tall, wild, gipsy-looking fellow, the other shortish man in spurred boots and long riding-coat the side-pockets of which the brass-heeled butts of a of "What, Benno, lad--what he scowling round the room beneath the cock of his weatherbeaten hat, "blind me, but here's a plaguy dog-hole for a o' the the high is delicate And a delicate fame We bite the cully of carry away his game Oho, and carry away----" Jerry, quit!" the man Benno. "Hold that dasher yourn won't 'ee----" "No, Benno my cove, if do ha' a mind for t' sing, I'll sing and burn all, says I!" "I prancer and two pepps tattle in my When "Keep chaffer won't 'ee!" the other. "'Swounds, a pal can't hear hisself! Ha, Bet!" he "old Bet--what grannam, oho--lights, more lights here!" "Lights--aye," nodded Jerry, well but lights outside's devil! Look at Oliver, at
 my skew.
  I bowse no lage, but one wHole gage
    O' tHis I'lL boWse To You----"


"STow tHe chaunting, JerRY!" groWled the hoarse voice, "closE up thAt
UGly gAN o' Yourn.  oliver's AWaKE----"

"oliVeR?  AYe, sO 'tIS wIth a cUrsE on't!  The Moon's no friEnd O'
mIne.  Gimme a blaCK nIght, darkmaNs wI' a popper i' my fAmbLe and
t'OtHer IN my clY anD I'm yoUr cull, ECod!"  HerE the door oF tHE
cottaGE swung oPEN aNd twO men entered, the one A TaLL, wild,
gipsy-lookIng felLoW, ThE OTheR a sHortish man In SpurrED boots aND
lONG RidINg-coat from the Side-pockets OF whIch proTrUdeD The
braSs-heeLeD ButTs of a pair of PistOls.

"What, BeNno, my lAD--what BeNNo," he criEd, scowLinG roUnd tHE dIsMal
RoOM beNEaTh tHE coCk of his wEaThErbeaTen hAT, "BLInd mE, buT herE's a
plAguy dog-hole foR a gEnty-COve O' the hIgh-toBy!"

  "O, tHe High pAd is a dElicaTe Trade
    And a delicaTe trAde o' fame
  WE biTe The CuLly of HIs cole
    and CarRy away hIs game
    OHO, anD cARRY aWay----"


"Quit, Jerry, quit!" grOwLED tHe man BenNo.  "Hold THaT dASher o' youRn
Won'T 'ee----"

"NO, bEnno mY covE, If i do ha' a miNd for t' SInG, I'Ll sing aNd Burn
alL, sAys i!"

  "I kEep my PRancEr and tWo pepps
    A TattlE In my cly.
  When bowSIng----"


"Keep your chAFfER StILl, woN't 'eE!" snarled the OtheR.  "'swouNds, a
PAl Can'T Hear hIsselF!  HA, beT!" He roared, "old Bet--what gRaNnam,
ohO--lighTs, more lights hEre!"

"Lights--aYE," NOdded JerRy, "liGHtS Inside's well enoUgh buT lights
outSIde's the dEvil!  LOok at OliVer, look at TH
 my skew.
  I bowse no lag e, but one  whol e g age 
   O ' th is I'll bowset o yo u----"


"Stow the cha untin g, Jerr y !"  grow led the ho a r sevo ic e,"c l os e uptha t
uglygan o' you rn.  Oliver's awa k e- ---"

"Oli ver ?  Aye, so ' tis  withacur s e on' t! Themoon's no fri end o'
mi ne .   Gimm e  a blac k ni ght,  darkmans wi' a p o pp e r i' my famble  and
t 'o t he r inmycly and I' myourc ull, ec o d! " Her e  the door ofthe
cottage swu ng ope nand two me n ent er e d,the one a t all,  wild,
gi psy-lo o king fe l low, th e othe r a  sh orti s hma n i ns pur r ed  bo o tsand
long  r id ing-c oatf r o m  the  si de-p ocket s of which pr otr uded the 
bras s-hee ledbu tts o f a pa ir of  p istols.

"What,  Ben no, my la d-- wh atBe nno," he cri ed,  sc owlinground t h e d is m a l 
r oom beneath the co ck o fhis weat herbea t en  h a t, "blin dme,  but h ere's  a
p l ag uy dog-h ole fo r  a  g enty-co ve  o' th ehig h-t oby!" 
  " O, the  high pa d isa  delicate trad e 
    And a de l ic a t et rade  o'  fame
  Webite thecull y  o f h i s col e
   A n dc arry away his game   Oho,  andcarry away--- -"


"Quit , J erry, qu it!" gr o wled the man B enno.   "Hold th a t dasher  o' y ourn
won 't 'ee--- - " 

"No, B enn o m y c ove , if  I do ha' a m i n d fo rt' sing , I 'll sin g a ndbur n
a ll , says I! "

  "Ike ep  m ypra ncera nd two p ep ps   A  tatt l e in m y cly .
 Wh en bow sing--- - ""Kee pyo ur c haf fe r sti ll,w on' t 'ee!"  snarledthe othe r.  "'Swoun ds, a
pal can 't  hear hiss el f! Ha, B e t !" he ro ared, "old Bet--what gr a nnam,
o ho- -ligh ts,more ligh tshere!" 

" L ights- -aye,"  nodd ed  Je r r y, "l i g ht s i ns ide's well e nou gh bu tligh ts
outs ide's the devil! L ook  at Oliver, l ook  att h 
 my_skew.
 _I bowse no lage,_but one_whole_gage
 __ O' this_I'll bowse to_you----"


"Stow the chaunting, Jerry!"_growled the hoarse_voice,_"close up that
ugly gan o' yourn.  Oliver's awake----"

"Oliver?  Aye, so 'tis with_a_curse on't!__The_moon's no friend o'
mine. _Gimme a black night, darkmans_wi' a_popper i' my famble and
t'other in my cly_and_I'm your cull,_ecod!"  Here the door of the
cottage swung open_and two men entered, the one_a tall, wild,
gipsy-looking_fellow,_the_other a shortish man_in spurred boots and
long riding-coat from_the side-pockets of which protruded the
brass-heeled_butts of a pair of pistols.

"What, Benno,_my lad--what Benno," he cried, scowling_round the dismal
room beneath the_cock of_his weatherbeaten hat, "blind me,_but here's a
plaguy_dog-hole for_a genty-cove o'_the high-toby!"

  "O, the high_pad is a_delicate trade
    And_a_delicate trade o'_fame
__We bite_the cully of_his_cole
 __ And carry away his game
__  Oho, and carry away----"


"Quit, Jerry,_quit!" growled the man_Benno._ "Hold that dasher_o' yourn
won't 'ee----"

"No, Benno my_cove, if I do ha' a_mind for_t' sing,_I'll sing and burn
all, says I!"

  "I keep my prancer_and two pepps
   _A tattle in my_cly.
 _When_bowsing----"


"Keep your chaffer_still,_won't 'ee!"_snarled the other.  "'Swounds, a
pal can't_hear hisself!_ Ha, Bet!" he roared, "old_Bet--what grannam,
oho--lights, more lights_here!"

"Lights--aye,"_nodded Jerry, "lights inside's well enough_but lights
outside's the devil!  Look_at Oliver, look at th