an' to that effect, unless my mem'ry misgives me."

"So, in a mollifyin' manner, I says, 'What hev the pore chap done, to
be treated so bad?' I says. Says I, 'better lave me use logic wi' en'--
eh, Uncle Issy?"

"Logic was the word."

The stranger turned round upon the company, who with one accord began to
look extremely foolish as Old Zeb so adroitly turned the tables.

"Is this true?" he asked.

"'Tis the truth, I must admit," volunteered Uncle Issy, who had not been
asked, but was fluttered with delight at having stuck to the right side
against appearances.

"I think," said the stranger, deliberately, "it is as well that you and
I, my friends, should understand each other. The turn of events has
made it likely that I shall pass my days in this neighbourhood, and I
wish to clear up all possible misconceptions at the start. In the first
place, I am going to marry Miss Ruby Tresidder. Our banns will be asked
in church to-morrow; but let us have a rehearsal. Can any man here show
cause or just impediment why this marriage should not take place?"

"You'd better ask that o' Young Zeb, mister," said Prudy.

"Why?"

"You owe your life to'n, I hear."