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.