"Very well—you keep it, Coggan," said Gabriel with disdain and almost fiercely.
Coggan, you call yourself a man, and don't know better than this.
Coggan carried an old pinchbeck repeater which he had inherited from some genius in his family; and it now struck one.
"I reckon that's the size o't," said Coggan, working along without looking up.
That same evening at dusk Gabriel was leaning over Coggan's garden-gate, taking an up-and-down survey before retiring to rest.
