"Ay, to be sure. He's ne'er out o' mischief, that man. First of a' he must go raging like a mad fool, and kick up yon riot. Then he'd to go into hiding, where he'd a been yet, if Thornton had followed him out as I'd hoped he would ha' done. But Thornton, having got his own purpose, didn't care to go on wi' the prosecution for the riot. So Boucher slunk back again to his house. He ne'er showed himsel' abroad for a day or two. He had that grace. And then, where think ye that he went? Why, to Hampers'. Damn him! He went wi' his mealy-mouthed face, that turns me sick to look at, a-asking for work, though he knowed well enough the new rule, o' pledging themselves to give nought to th' Unions; nought to help the starving turn-out! Why he'd a clemmed to death, if th' Union had na helped him in his pinch. There he went, ossing to promise aught, and pledge himsel' to aught--to tell a' he know'd on our proceedings, the good-for-nothing Judas! But I'll say this for Hamper, and thank him for it at my dying day, he drove Boucher away, and would na listen to him--ne'er a word--though folk standing by, says the traitor cried like a babby!"

'He's ne'er out o' mischief, that man. First he must go raging like a mad fool, and kick up yon riot. Then he'd to go into hiding. And when Thornton didn't follow him nor go on wi' the prosecution, Boucher slunk back again to his house. And then, where think ye that he went? Why, to Hamper's. Damn him! He went wi' his mealy-mouthed face, asking for work, though he knowed well enough the new rule, o' pledging to give nought to th' Unions! Why, he'd a clemmed to death, if th' Union had na helped him. The good-for-nothing Judas! But I'll say this for Hamper, he drove Boucher away, and would na listen to him, though folk says the traitor cried like a babby!'
