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'Hullo, Dodge!'
At the Squire's voice the black-coated man withdrew a little
distance to the roadway, where he stood watching. Of the three
others the two old fellows, ex-keepers both of them, stood
sheepishly silent, as the Squire neared them.
'Well, my men, good-morning! What have you done?' said the Squire
peremptorily.
Dodge looked up.
'We've put a bit of wire on the gate, Squoire, an' fastened the
latch of it up--and we've put a length or two along the top of the
wall,' said the old man slowly--'an' then--' He paused.
'Then what?--what about the hurdles? I expected to find them all up
by now!'
Dodge looked at Perley. And Perley, a gaunt, ugly fellow, who had
been a famous hunter and trapper in his day, took off his hat and
mopped his brow, before he said, in a small, cautious voice,
entirely out of keeping with the rest of him:
'The treuth on it is, Squoire, we don't loike the job. We be afeard
of their havin' the law on us.'
'Oh, you're afraid, are you?' said the Squire angrily.


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