They 'd ha ' perished sooner than let Brightling overcrow us . Even that villain , Ticehurst Will , coming out of the Bell for his morning ale , he all but runs under Sir John 's horse . ' '' ` Ware , Sirrah Devil ! '' cries Sir John , reining back . ' `` Oh ! '' says Will . `` Market-day , is it ? And all the bullocks from Brightling here ? '' ' I spared him his belting for that -- the brazen knave ! ` But John Collins was our masterpiece ! He happened along-street -LRB- his jaw tied up where Sebastian had clouted him -RRB- when we were trundling the first demi-cannon through the lych-gate . ' `` I reckon you 'll find her middlin ' heavy , '' he says . `` If you 've a mind to pay , I 'll loan ye my timber-tug . She wo n't lie easy on ary wool-wain . '' ` That was the one time I ever saw Sebastian taken flat aback . He opened and shut his mouth , fishy-like . ' `` No offence , '' says Master John . `` You 've got her reasonable good cheap . I thought ye might not grudge me a groat if I helped move her . '' Ah , he was a masterpiece !
They say that XXXXX 's work cost our John two hundred pounds , and he never winked an eyelid , not even when he saw the guns all carted off to Lewes . '
Market-day Ware Will demi-cannon knave morning offence overcrow timber-tug wool-wain