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There was no need to ask questions. Every man, while the women began to wail and cry, started for the Tallingtons' farm; but they were brought up by a shout from the squire. "What are you going to do, men?" he cried. "The fire!" "help!" "water!" rose in a confused babble. "Back, every one of you, and get a bucket!" cried the squire. "You, Hickathrift, run into the wood-house and bring an axe."
"Now, then," cried the squire, coming quickly to the door, "Hickathrift and I are going in the big punt to see if we can help the Tallingtons; the stream isn't so strong now. Are you men going to try to help us?" "Get Farmer Tallington out?" said Dave. "Ay, we are coming." "Let me come too, father," cried Dick. "No, my lad, I'm afraid I " "Don't say that, father; let me go."
Then Jacob come, and we got the missus down and poled her along here, but was nearly swept by." "You're a good fellow, Hickathrift," cried the squire. "Wife, get out some hollands; we're perished. Have a glass, my man; and then we must go in the punt to Grimsey and get the Tallingtons out. We're all right here, but Grimsey Farm will soon be flooded to the bed-room windows.
"No more did the Tallingtons," said Tom, plucking up, so as not to be behindhand. "Nay, Tom, my lad," said the farmer, "Tallingtons was never fighting men. Well, squire, I thought I'd warn you." "Of course, of course, neighbour. But look here, whoever sent you that cowardly bit of scribble thought that because you lived out here in this lonely place you would be easily frightened.
Just then came another faint hail from a distance. "That's Dave," said Hickathrift, smiling all over his broad face; "any one could tell his hail: it's something between a wild-goose cry and the squeak of a cart-wheel that wants some grease." The hailing brought out everybody from the house, Mrs Winthorpe's first inquiry being whether it was the Tallingtons.
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