'Nobbut four on us ligging in a ditch,' says Joe, as quiet as could be. I telled 'em more shame to 'em, and bid them get up and move on, or I'd lend them a lick of the gig-whip; for my notion was they were all fresh. 'We'd ha' done that an hour sin', but we're teed wi' a bit o' band,' says Joe. So in a while I got down and loosed 'em wi' my penknife; and Scott would ride wi' me, to tell me all how it happened; and t' others are coming on as fast as their feet will bring them."
"Well, I am greatly obliged to you, Mr. Yorke."
"Are you, my lad? You know you're not. However, here are the rest approaching. And here, by the Lord, is another set with lights in their pitchers, like the army of Gideon; and as we've th' parson wi', us--good-evening, Mr. Helstone--we'se do."

'Nobbut four on us ligging in a ditch.' I bid them get up and move on, for I'd a notion they were all drunk. 'We'd ha' done that an hour sin', but we're tied,' says Joe. So I got down and loosed 'em wi' my penknife; and he rode wi' me, and t' others are coming as fast as their feet will bring them."
"I am greatly obliged to you, Mr. Yorke."
"Are you, my lad? You know you're not. However, here are the rest now. 