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"By mack, it hath! But it döan't follow that if we blow a furnace we'll make our fortunes."

"You have many hundreds of acres of forest land to give you timber for the fires."

"Aye, and the fellow said I'd have more."

"Believe him, then, since you find it easier to believe him than to believe me. He knows nothing of iron or of your land, and I smelted iron in Beauface before I became clerk of the works to Sir Philip Sidney. Besides, I have this very day examined every ditch and stream and mount about Conster for the iron that is well known to be there. But believe him rather than me."

"By Mary-gipsy! I tell 'ee I döan't believe him—he's a mountebank, and should be in the stocks. But I'm uncommon glad he told us such a fine fortune. What did 'ee think of thy share of it, Kate?"

"I thought more of what he said about my brother."

"He said näum that was sensible."

"Reckon he didn't, but I should like to understand it for all that."

"There's no understanding it. He only prated—I reckon he started to say summat, and then got scared of what we'd think, and turned it into nonsense."