"Man!  He baint no man.  He’s a conscientious objection.  You’d never believe it, Trenchard.  When I traipsed down along to village, there was a crowd of a dozen or more by church gate, and, thinks I, ’They be talking o’ young gentleman’s invention’; but, coming up to them, no such thing; ’twas that lad of Noakes’s holding forth, preaching peace as bold as brass."