"I'm not sure that that is evidence."

"Perhaps not in England, Mr. Medlicot, but it's good enough evidence
for the bush. And what made him pretend he didn't know the distances?
And why can't he look a man in the face? And why should the boy have
said it was he if it wasn't? Of course, if you think well of him
you're right to keep him. But you may take it as a rule out here that
when a man has been dismissed it hasn't been done for nothing. Men
treated that way should travel out of the country. It's better for
all parties. It isn't here as it is at home, where people live so
thick together that nothing is thought of a man being dismissed. I
was obliged to discharge him, and now he's my enemy."

"A man may be your enemy without being a felon."

"Of course he may. I'm his enemy in a way, but I wouldn't hurt a hair
of his head unjustly. When I see the attempts made to burn me out, of
course I know that an enemy has been at work."

"Is there no one else has got a grudge against you?"

Harry was silent for a moment. What right had this man to cross-
examine him about his enmities--the man whose own position in the
place had been one of hostility to him, whom he had almost suspected
of harboring Nokes at the mill simply because Nokes had been
dismissed from Gangoil? That suspicion was, indeed, fading away.
There was something in Medlicot's voice and manner which made it
impossible to attribute such motives to him. Nevertheless the man was
a free-selector, and had taken a bit of the Gangoil run after a