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thick and angry, and the hand shook. Sir Henry drew his
horse away, and the man's hold dropped.
'Of course you had every notice,' said Sir Henry drily.
'I hadn't,' the man persisted. 'If the letters as they talk of were sent, I
never saw 'em. And when the Committee came I was out--on business.
Can't a man be out on his lawful business, Sir Henry, instead of dancin'
attendance on men as know no better than he? The way this
Government is doing things--you might as well live under the Czar of
Russia as in this country. It's no country this for free men now, Sir
Henry.'
'The Czar of Russia has come to grief, my man, for the same reason
that you have,' said Sir Henry, gathering up the reins, 'for shirking his
duty. All very well before the war, but now we can't afford this kind of
thing.'
'And so you've told the Squire to turn me out?' said the man fiercely,
his hands on his sides.
'You've had no notice from Mr. Mannering yet?'
'Not a word.'

'But you've heard from the Inspection Committee?'
The man nodded.
'But it's not they as can turn me out, if the Squire don't agree.'
There was a note of surly defiance in his voice.
'I don't know about that,' said Sir Henry, whose horse was getting
restive. 'My advice to you, Gregson, is to take it quietly, pull yourself
together, and get some other work. There's plenty going nowadays.'
'Thank you for nothing, Sir Henry. I've got plenty to advise me--people
as I set more store by. I've got a wife and children, sir, and I shan't give
in without a fuss--you may be sure of that. Good-day to you.'
Sir Henry nodded to him and rode off.
'He'll go, of course,' reflected the rider. 'Our powers are quite enough.
But if I can't get Mannering to send the notice, it'll be a deal more
trouble. Hullo, here's some one else! This is another pair of boots!'
He had scarcely turned the corner beyond the farm when another man
came running down the sloping field, calling to him. Sir Henry pulled
up his horse again. But his aspect had changed, and his voice took
another note.
'Did you want to speak to me, Adam? A nice day, isn't it?'
'I saw you, Sir Henry, from the top of the field, talking to Gregson in
the road, and I thought perhaps you'd let me have a few words with you.
You know, sir, this is awfully hard lines.'
Sir Henry looked impatient, but the man who had spoken to him was a
fine specimen of young manhood--broad-shouldered, clear-eyed, with a
natural dignity of manner, not at all a person to be brushed aside.
'I'm sure you can't defend Gregson, Adam,' said Sir Henry, 'you--one of
the best farmers in the district! I wish they had put you on the

Inspection Committee.'
'Well, they didn't,' said the other, perhaps with a slight emphasis. 'And
there's many of us feel, I can assure you, as I do. Gregson's a poor
creature, but he hasn't had quite fair play, Sir Henry--that's what we feel.
And he's been fifteen years on his place.' The man spoke hesitatingly,
but strongly. There was a queer, suppressed hostility in his pleasant
blue eyes.
'Fifteen years too long,' interrupted Sir Henry. 'I tell you, Adam, we
can't afford now to let men like Gregson spoil good land while the
country's likely to go hungry! The old happy-go-lucky days are done
with. I wonder whether even you recognize that we're fighting for our
lives?'
'I know we are, Sir Henry. But if the war makes slaves of us what good
will it do if we do win it?'
Sir Henry laughed. 'Well, Adam, you were always a Radical and I was
always a Conservative. And I don't like being managed any more than
you do. But look at the way I'm managed in my business!--harried up
and down by a parcel of young fellows from the Ministry that often
seem to me fools! But we've all got to come in. And this country's
worth it!'
'You know I'm with you there, sir. But why don't you get at the Squire
himself? What good have he or his agent ever been to anybody? You're
a landlord worth living under; but--'
'Ah! don't be in too great a hurry, Adam, and you'll see what you will
see!' And with a pleasant salute, his handsome face twitching between
frowns and smiles, Sir Henry rode on. 'What trade unionists we all
are--high and low! That man's as good a farmer as Gregson's a vile one.
But he stands by his like, as I stand by mine.'
Then his thoughts took a different turn. He was