″‘Well, I said nowt about gold to him, that’s one thing.’ said Slater Bob. ‘And if he’s that sort he’ll get nowt out o’ me, not if he asks his questions till crack o’ doom.”
“Fasten one end of it, and unroll the others, so as not to get lost. You could feel your way out with it even if a bat had knocked your candle out and you hadn’t any more matches.”