'"No," says I, "not they. They're not scholars enough for that, an' mevvies they would be gliffed at it as weel. Dis thoo nivvor get a gliff at the spirits?" I axes, careless like. '"Not while I's parsonating, I divvn't, but whiles when I's doon the pit I gets a gliff," says he; "it's sae dark an' lonesome i' places." '"Dis Tom ivvor try to make thoo parsonate doon i' the pit?" I axes him, "for Tom, bein' stoneman, 'll come across thoo at times drivin' yor galloway." '"Ay, I've seen him doon below," he says, "though he nivvor talked on aboot parsonating, but usuallies passes us by wivoot sayin' nowt, for Tom's a vary distant sort o' chap, thoo knaas." '"But sometimes mevvies he would speak wi' thoo when he passed thoo, an' other folks wasn't aboot? Did he ivvor talk on aboot the spirits ti thoo at all? That day the galloway ran away, did he speak wi' thoo that mornin'? Mevvies he did, laddie, an' mevvies he told thoo not ti speak aboot it lest the spirits wouldn't like it, or some such kind ov argument," says I, insinuatin' it tiv him like one o' thae lawyer chaps iv a wig. '"Ay, he spoke tiv us that mornin', sure enough, sayin' as hoo he thought the spirits was vexed, for he had heard them callin' i' the pit itself through the darkness, an' he wanted ti knaa whether I had heard the voices same as himself or not. Well, I hadn't heard nowt, nor had nivvor thought aboot spirits bein' doon the pit, but I gets a bit gliffed myself at that, an' a bit later I ackshally heard them speakin' aloud--sure an' certain," says he. '"Did they gliff thoo just before the galloway ran away an' ran ower poor Jack Jefferson?" says I. '"Ay," says he, "I got a gliff then, for I heard the spirits' voices shootin'[7] oot against us." '"Gox!" says I, "to think o' that, noo! Wey, thoo gies us a gliff an' aal; an' what dis thoo hear them sayin'?" axes I. '"'Here's the parsonator,' they shoots out aloud, 'that calls us frae wor rest. Lepp oot upon him, an' torment him! At him, Annexo!' or some such ootlandish name,--'at him, spirits aal!'" '"Sae thoo starts awa' likelies wi' the galloway at a gallop, an' couldn't get him stopped on the incline?" I axes him. '"No, no, I was ower flay'd mysel' ti do owt; but the galloway must have gotten a gliff at something. I mind I thought I saw a flash o' light just at the moment, an' the galloway he couldn't abide a sudden light across his eyes, he was that narvious; or mevvies it was the voice that gliffed him same as it did us; anyways, awa' aff he goes wivvoot me, an' dashes aff doon the incline wiv us chasin' him an' shootin', 'Woa, woo-h, Paddie; woo-ah, thoo daftie!'" '"An' hoo far behind him dis thoo think thoo was when he come to the corner where he ran inti poor Jack? Did thoo see Jack theesel', or hear him shoot out as the galloway butted him?"