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"There's a party of the drain-men coming. Let's run!" Dick was right, and five minutes after, he and his companions had joined a group gathered round Mr Marston, while Bargle, the big labourer, was talking. "Ay, mester, we all tumbled out, and went away down to the gaats as soon as we'd tumbled out, and they're all knocked down and the water in." "Knocked down!" cried the squire.
Mr Marston!" cried Dick, rushing up stairs and into the visitor's bed-room; "here are all the drain-men hundreds of them Mr Marston's men." "Not hundreds, young fellow," said Marston smiling, "only one, if they are all here. What do they want? Have they caught anyone?" "No, sir. They want to see you. I told them you were too bad; but they say they will see you."
"Yes, and his is evidently the hand which has committed a score of outrages, but all the same we must act as if we were the officers of the law: seize, bind, and hand him over to justice unhurt." There was a low murmur from the drain-men in Mr Marston's boat. "Yes, and that is why I speak," said the squire firmly. "I am leader here, and I insist upon this man being taken uninjured.
Hickathrift was his informant, for the squire was very stern and silent, and Mr Marston was in one of the other boats, which were manned by drain-men and farm-labourers, and had for leaders Farmer Tallington and the engineer, while many were armed with muskets. "Is Tom there?" said Dick in a whisper. "Ay, lad, he's theer," said the big wheelwright, "along o' Mr Marston."
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