I'll tell you what, though, I think this will be a
busy day; it must be a busy day. That old fox Bartley has found out his
blunder before now, and he'll try something on; then the Cliffords, they
won't go to sleep on it."
"I don't know what yer talking about," says Burnley.
"Remain in your ignorance, Ben. The best instrument is a blind
instrument; you shall have your revenge soon or late."
"Let it be soon, then."
"In the meantime," said Monckton, "have you got any money?"
"Got my wages."
"That will do for you to-day. Go to the public-house and get half-drunk."
"Half-drunk?"
"Half-drunk! Don't I speak plain?"
"Miners," said Burnley, candidly, "never get half-drunk in t' county
Durham; they are that the best part of their time."
"Then you get half-drunk, neither more nor less, or I'll discharge you as
Hope has done, and that will be the worst discharge of the two for you.
When you are half-drunk come here directly, and hang about this place.
No; you had better be under that tree in the middle of the field there,
and pretend to be sleeping off your liquor.
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