Until then I had heard only one side of the case.

If I were to be the servant of justice, as Mr.Wright had advised, what was I to do?
These tenants had been Grimshawed and were being Grimshawed out of the just fruits of their toil by the feudal chief whose remote ancestor had been a king's favorite.

For half a moment I watched the wavering needle of my compass and then: "If what you say is true I think you are right," I said.
"I don't agree with you," said young Latour.

"The patroons have a clear title to this land.

If the tenants don't want to pay the rents they ought to get out and make way for others." "Look here, young man, my name is Josiah Curtis," said the stranger.