"Well, it better come into yer head now, and quick, or I’ll have to ding it in. Pull on your clothes, and go up-along this minute to the Towers, and say as you be tarrible ashamed o’ yerself for forgettin’ to say thank ’ee. Get on with ’ee!" Jake had to get up there and then, and set off on his errand. He had not been gone five minutes before his father, who had been walking restlessly about, suddenly went down into his cellar and brought up a keg of brandy and a large canister filled with tobacco. Then he rapped on the wall, and hearing a faint "Hallo!" in answer, he shouted: "Be that you, Ike Pendry?" "Iss, ’tis I." "Come-along in; I want ’ee," When the lad entered, Tonkin handed the keg and canister to him, saying: "Carr’ them things up to Towers for me, my son. Axe for Squire, and tell un they be a present from Zacky Tonkin, go along now." Ten minutes after Ike started with his load, Tonkin, as restless as ever, banged the table with his great fist, startling his meek little wife, and cried: "Drown me if I don’t do it!" "What, Zacky, my dear?" "Go up-along myself and thank young Squire. Name it all, hain’t he saved our only boy, Betty? A man can’t do less than say thank ’ee, I don’t care who he is." He thrust on his hat, and set off in haste. At the top of the hill he overtook Ike, who, laden as he was, had walked slowly. "Stir your shanks, Ike," said he. "Here now, I’ll take keg; you keep canister." They went on together. At the Dower House they came up with Jake, who was shambling along, feeling anything but comfortable at the thought of the impending interview. "What, slug-a-stump!" cried his father angrily. "Bean’t theer yet?" "Seeming not," said Jake. "I be tired." "Well, my son, ye’ll just step out a bit quicker, or I’ll have to take a loan of the Squire’s whip." All three now proceeded until they came to the Towers. "Be Squire to home, neighbour Pollex?" asked Tonkin of Reuben, who opened the door. "Iss sure; but I reckon he don’t want to see ’ee, Zacky Tonkin," replied the old man. "Maybe, but I want to see he, and ye can tell un so." Reuben departed. In a minute he returned. "Squire says ye’re to step in," he said, sourly. "For me, I’d shet the door in yer face, and well you know why." Tonkin and his companions were led to the living room, where sat the Squire and his wife. "Well, Tonkin, what can I do for you?" said the Squire pleasantly. "Nawthin’ as I know on, Squire, thank ’ee kindly. My respects, my lady." He turned his hat awkwardly between his hands. "The truth is, Squire," he went on, "I b’lieve I’m the feyther or an ungrateful young feller. I be real vexed to think he didn’ say a word o’ thanks to Maister Dick for what he done for un, and he hev got to say it now, or I’ll leather un. Med I see young Maister?" "Not to-night, Tonkin. I sent him to bed, and there he’ll stay." "Then maybe ye’ll carr’ it for me, sir. Now Jake, make yer bob and say yer say."