"That's all! Whereupon--as you were not here to do it--Mr.Copplestone promptly and very properly knocked him down.

And now--is Mr.Copplestone to punish him or--will you ?" Copplestone, keeping a sharp eye on the groaning and sputtering agent, contrived at the same time to turn a corner of it on Marston Greyle.

That momentary glance showed him much.

The Squire was mortally afraid of his man.

That was certain--as certain as that they were there.