To think I fashed myself to give you warning:
And this is all the thanks I get! Well, well--
They’ll soon be here. As I came up Bloodysyke ...

JIM:
Up Bloodysyke: and they were following?
I’d best cut over Gallows Rigg. My God,
The hunt’s afoot ... But it may be a trap--
And you ... And you ...

BELL:
Nay: but I’m no ratcatcher.
You’d best turn tail, before the terriers sight you.

(_As JIM bolts past her and through the open door_)

Rats! Rats! Good dog! ... And now we’re rid of vermin.

JUDITH:
Oh, Bell, what has he done? What has he done?

BELL:
How should I ken?

JUDITH:
And yet you said ...

BELL:
I said?
You’ve surely not forgotten Bell Haggard’s tongue,