Sabine Baring-Gould

“ I can run sharper than them that is bigger, and I see in the dark like a ferret.’
‘What are you doing there, Mr Finch?’ now asked the Oxford University man. He saw that the head-keeper was melting lead in an iron pan over the fire.
‘Going to run a bullet or two,’ answered the keeper; ‘not, please God, that I shall use ’em, but with Long Jaques and two or three of them other ruffians about, I like to have a bullet to fall back on. I’ll tell you a story of Long Jaques. I can’t swear it is true, but I believe it is. ”

“ Why, Long Jaques,’ answered one of the keepers; ‘everyone knows Long Jaques; there ain’t a more desperate blackguard in the county of Kent. I never will believe but it was he killed Tom Prentice.’
‘Sure of it!’ said the head-keeper, Finch.
‘The fellow is so daring and crafty there is not a cover he has not been in and got a pheasant out of, and yet has never been caught.’
‘I axed him t’other day,’ said a man, ‘whether he was working on the new line. “New line,” said he, “at ninepence an hour! Thank you! ”