“Have yer got a bit of a job goin’?” he asked.

“A bit of a job,” repeated the father. “Why, can’t you see as we’ve a’most done?”

“Aye — but I noticed you was a hand short, an’ I thowt as ‘appen you’d gie me half a day.”

“What, are you any good in a hay close?” asked Henry, with a sneer.

The man stood slouching against the haystack. All the others were seated on the floor. He had an advantage.

“I could work aside any on yer,” he bragged.

“Tha looks it,” laughed Bill.

“And what’s