“Suppose you don’t pay the rent, then what?”
“I’ll be thrown out in the road, with my family and the little furniture we have gotten together.”
“In case you refuse to be thrown out of the house you have built, and off the land you and your fathers before you made from utterly worthless fields of rocks?”
“Then those fellows would come down upon me.”
As he spoke he pointed to a flying squadron of a hundred and fifty men, who were riding back to Mitchellstown after having evicted a number of tenants who had been unable to pay the back rent. They were a fine looking body of men, well mounted and well armed, each one carrying a loaded carbine, while at his side was dangling a sword bayonet.
