door. One of my men drew a pistol, but I shouted at him:
"Don't shoot at that man, whatever he does," and the weapon was lowered.
I opened the window and leaned out.
"Well, Lord Strepp," cried I, "'t is a valiant crowd you have behind you."
"You cursed highwayman," he cried, "what do you expect to make by this?"
"I expect to see some good foot-racing; but you are under an error in your appellation. I am not a highwayman; it is Jem Bottles here who stopped nine of your men on the Maidstone road and piled their saddles by the side of it. Is it new saddlery you have, or did you make a roadside collection?"
"I 'll have you out of that, if I have to burn the house over your head."
"I 'll wager you'll not get any man, unless it 's yourself, to come near enough to carry a torch to it. You can easily have me out of this without burning the house. Tell your father I am ready to compromise with him."
"Sir, you have no right in my father's house; and, to tell you the truth, I did not expect such outlawry from a man who had shown himself to be a gentleman."
"Thank you for that, Lord Strepp; but, nevertheless, tell your father to try to cultivate a conciliatory frame of mind, and let us talk the matter over as sensible men should."
"We cannot compromise with you, O'Ruddy," said Lord Strepp in a very determined tone, which for the first time made me doubt the wisdom of my proceedings; for of course it was a compromise I had in mind
