But I saw that his honest English blood was boiling within him.

"Jem"-- and Jem Watkins started, so unusually sharp and commanding was his master's tone--"Saddle the mare--quick.

I shall ride to Kingswell, and thence to the sheriff's." "God bless 'ee, sir!" sobbed Jacob Baines' widowed daughter-in-law, who had left, as I overheard her telling Mrs.Halifax, a sick child to-day at home.
Jacob Baines took up a heavy knobbed stick which happened to be leaning against the hay-rick, and eyed it with savage meaning.
"Who be they as has done this, master ?" "Put that bludgeon down, Jacob." The man hesitated--met his master's determined eye--and obeyed him, meek as a lamb.
"But what is us to do, sir ?" "Nothing.

Stay here till I return--you shall come to no harm.

You will trust me, my men ?" They gathered round him--those big, fierce-looking fellows, in whom was brute force enough to attack or resist anything--yet he made them listen to reason.