“Here, hi! You!” came from behind them, and the person in question strode up, looking frowning and angry.
“You ca’ me, Mr Dan?”
“Yes; did you finish wheeling up that stuff?”
“Aye; I fishened it all ’fore I left work. Good-evening.”
He left the two young men standing together, and there was a peculiar, malicious look in the fresh-comer’s eyes as he gave John Grange a short nod.
“Mrs Mostyn say anything to you ’bout the cedar?”
“Yes; she said the broken stump was to be cut off to-morrow.”
“Then you’d better get the ladders and ropes ready first thing.”
“You mean we had better,” said John Grange quietly.
“No, I don’t. I’m not going to break my neck for thirty shillings a week. Heard how Dunton is?”