This sudden excitement had made a brute of him.
The man next him grimaced, and took his pipe out of his mouth a moment.
"_She_ won't be able to do nothin' for 'im! There isn't a man nor boy in this 'ere place as didn't know as ee hated Westall like pison, and would be as like as not to do for 'im some day.

That'll count agen 'im now terrible strong! Ee wor allus one to blab, ee wor." "Well, an' Westall said jus' as much!" struck in another voice; "theer wor sure to be a fight iv ever Westall got at 'im--on the job.

You see--they may bring it in manslarter after all." "'Ow does any one know ee wor there at all?
who seed him ?" inquired a white-haired elderly man, raising a loud quavering voice from the middle of the crowd.
"Charlie Dynes seed 'im," cried several together.
"How do yer know ee seed 'im ?" From the babel of voices which followed the white-haired man slowly gathered the beginnings of the matter.

Charlie Dynes, Westall's assistant, had been first discovered by a horsekeeper in Farmer Wellin's employment as he was going to his work.

The lad had been found under a hedge, bleeding and frightfully injured, but still alive.