"Fast, Sir Hampton," said the gardener, corrected again.

"Er-rum! Ah! This won't do. This clump must be moved farther to the
right," said Sir Hampton, pointing to a cluster of shrubs.

"Kill 'em," said Sanders.

"Then we'll set more," said the knight; and he went on to the farthest
entrance of the garden, and the paths cut through the plantation, with a
general desire exhibited in his every act, that as he had, so to speak,
made the place and planted the grounds, it was absolutely necessary that
he should have all the trees pulled up at stated intervals, to see how
the roots were getting along.

There was a small iron gate at the end of the plantation walk, and this
the gardener opened for his master to pass through, closing it after
him, and sticking the billhook in his breast.

"Er-rum! Where are you going, Sanders?" said the knight, sharply.

"Back," said Sanders--"'taint garden here."

His domain extended no farther.

"Come along this moment, sir; and stop till I dismiss you."

The knight looked purple as the gardener slowly unlatched the gate, and
followed him about a quarter of a mile, to where the estate joined that
of the Trevors; and here, as they neared the pastures, angry voices were
heard.

"Quick, Sanders," cried Sir Hampton--"trespassers!"

The next minute they were upon an angry group, consisting of Trevor,
Pratt, Humphrey, a man with a sinister look and a mouth like a rat-trap,
and a stumpy fellow, who was armed with a long plashing hook.

"Er-rum! what's this?" exclaimed Sir Hampton, with the voice of
authority.

"These men of yours, Sir Hampton," said Humphrey, flushed and angry,
"always trespassing across our ground."

"My servants would do nothing of the sort, fellow," said Sir Hampton.

"But they have done it, Sir Hampton," said Humphrey. "There they are;
there's their footmarks right across the field; and they're always at
it, and breaking down the bushes."

"Hold your tongue, Humphrey," said Trevor. "I beg your pardon--Sir
Hampton Rea, I believe?"

The wasp sting, kept back so long, now came out.

"And pray, sir, why are you trespassing on my grounds?" exclaimed the
knight, furiously.

"Excuse me, I am on my own," said Trevor.

"Your own! I never heard such insolence in my life. Who are you, sir?
What the devil are you? Where do you come from?"

"Well," said Trevor, with a red spot coming into each cheek, but
speaking quite coolly, "my name is Trevor. I am the