as I like. I
say it's agin the law, but Hogg he says no. I say his folks would come
and try to break open my stable, but Hogg says if they do I can have the
law of 'em for damaging my property."
"So you can," interposed Mr. Hogg, firmly. "You see whether Lawyer
Quince don't say I'm right."
Mr. Quince frowned, and in order to think more deeply closed his eyes.
Taking advantage of this three of his auditors, with remarkable
unanimity, each closed one.
"It's your stable," said Mr. Quince, opening his eyes and speaking with
great deliberation, "and you have a right to lock it up when you like."
"There you are," said Mr. Hogg; "what did I tell you?"
"If anybody's there that's got no business there, that's his look-out,"
continued Mr. Quince. "You didn't induce him to go in?"
"Certainly not," replied the farmer.
"I told him he can keep him there as long as he likes," said the jubilant
Mr. Hogg, "and pass him in bread and water through the winder; it's got
bars to it."
"Yes," said Mr. Quince, nodding, "he can do that. As for his folks
knocking the place about, if you like to tie up one or two of them nasty,
savage dogs of yours to the stable, well, it's your stable, and you can
fasten your dogs to it if you like. And you've generally got a man about
the yard."
Mr. Hogg smacked his thigh in ecstasy.
"But--" began the farmer.
"That's the law," said the autocratic Mr. Quince, sharply. "O' course,
if you think you know more about it than I do, I've nothing more to say."
"I don't want to do nothing I could get into trouble for," murmured Mr.
Rose.
"You can't get into trouble by doing as I tell you," said the shoemaker,
impatiently. "However, to be quite on the safe side, if I was in your
place I should lose the key."
"Lose the key?" said the farmer, blankly.
"Lose the key," repeated the shoemaker, his eyes watering with intense
appreciation of his own resourcefulness. "You can find it any time you
want to, you know. Keep him there till he promises to give up your
daughter, and tell him that as soon as he does you'll have a hunt for the
key."
Mr. Rose regarded him with what the shoemaker easily understood to be
speechless admiration.
"I--I'm glad I came to you," said the farmer, at last.
"You're welcome," said the shoemaker, loftily. "I'm always ready to give
advice to them as require it."
"And good advice it is," said the smiling Mr. Hogg. "Why don't you
behave yourself, Joe
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