“Come, has he?” laughed Sellick. “I felt sure he would want to hitch to that post! Wal, Jack! me an’ you’s got to go over to the Basin with the squire, on business. I’m a constable, you know. Didn’t think of that, did ye? Strip her clean, Phin; it dries up a cow like Sancho, to leave a little milk in her bag.”