shouldn't have a yard of fencing or a blade of grass left--nor a ewe,
nor a lamb, nor a hogget. I do hate fellows who come here and want to
be better than any one about 'em--young chaps especially. Sending up
here to look for sheep-skins, cuss his impudence! I sent that German
fellow of his away with a flea in his ear."

"Karl Bender?"

"It's some such name as that."

"He's all in all with the young squire," said Boscobel. "And there's
a chap there called Jacko--he's another. He gets 'em down there to
Gangoil, and the ladies talks to 'em, and then they'd go through fire
and water for him. There's Mickey--he's another, jist the same way. I
don't like them ways, myself."

"Too much of master and man about it, ain't there, Bos?"

"Just that, Mr. Jerry. That ain't my idea of a free country. I can
work as well as another, but I ain't going to be told that I'm a
swindler because I'm making the most of my time."

"He turned Nokes out by the scruff of his neck?" said Jerry. Boscobel
again bobbed his head. "I didn't think Nokes was the sort of fellow
to stand that."

"No more he ain't," said Boscobel.

"Heathcote's a good plucked un all the same," said Joe.