owner of Penreife,
and I have lately returned from sea."

"Then--then--go back to sea, sir, or get off my grounds; or, by gad,
sir, my labourers shall kick you off."

The men advanced menacingly; but, with a face like fire, Humphrey rolled
up his cuffs.

"Humphrey! Stop; how dare you!" exclaimed Trevor, angrily.

The young keeper drew back, grinding his teeth; for the others continued
to advance, and the rat-trap-mouthed man, finding Juno, the dog,
smelling about him, gave the poor brute a kick, which produced a loud
yelp.

"Excuse me, Sir Hampton, but--"

"Get off my grounds, sir, this instant!" roared the knight.

Wasp sting again.

"Look here," said Pratt, "if it's a question of boundary, any solicitor
will look through the deeds, and a surveyor measure, and put it all
right in--"

"Who the devil is this little cad?" exclaimed Sir Hampton.

"Cad?" cried Pratt.

"Yes, sir, cad. Oh! I thought I knew you again. Yes; you are one of
that gang on the omnibus who insulted me the other day. And--and--" he
stammered in his rage, turning to Trevor, "you were another of the
party. Get off my grounds, sir--this instant, sir. Darley, Sanders,
Kelynack--drive these fellows off!"

The three men advanced, and Sir Hampton took the general's place in the
rear, quivering still with rage and the poison of the wasp. Trevor was
now flushed and angry, and Humphrey evidently ripe for any amount of
assault or resistance, when Pratt stepped forward and laid his hand upon
the arm of the angry knight.

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"Stand back, sir--get off my ground, sir!" cried Sir Hampton, furiously.
"Look here, men, this is--er-rum--an assault."

"No, it is not, Sir Hampton," said Pratt, coolly. "Look here, my good
man."

"Your good man, sir?"

"Yes," said Pratt, quietly; and there was something in the little fellow
that enforced attention. "You are, I believe, a magistrate here--for
the county?"

"Yes, sir; I am, sir; and--er-rum--"

"Be cool--be cool," said Pratt, "You called me a cad just now."

"I did, sir; and--"

"Well, I am a barrister--of the Temple. There is my card."

He stuck the little piece of pasteboard into the magistrate's hand.

"Confound your card, sir! I--"

"Now--now, look here," said Pratt, button-holing him; "don't be cross.
Let me ask you this--Is it wise of you--a justice of the peace--to set
your men on, right or wrong, to break that peace?"

Sir Hampton Rea stopped