And in the gloaming, heavy dull-eyed men met him in the lanes coming back from their work, and followed him to "beg pardon, sir," and lay before the new squire things that would never reach him through Waters--bitter things, small injustices, too trivial to seem worthy of mention, which serve to widen the gulf between class and class.

They looked to Dare to help them, to make the crooked straight, to begin a new regime.

They looked to the new king to administer his little realm; the new king, who, alas! cared for none of these things.

And Dare promised that he would do what he could, and looked anxious and interested, and held out his brown hand, and raised hopes.

But he had no money--no money.
He spoke to Waters at first; but he soon found that it was no good.