“Yes: I want to see all about the place.”
“That’s right. Ah, you’re a lucky one: it’s all ready for you. When me and master come there was just nothing; and now see what it is. Look what a garden we’re getting. Here, Brooky! Did you bring in the cows?”
“Yes.—’Mornin’, sir,” said the man.
“’Morning. Tired after your journey?”
“Wonder if I warn’t!” said the man. “I had everything to do. Look ye here, Sam: next time waggon goes up to town you’ll come too, and so I tell the master.”
“What’s the matter, matey?”
“Heverything. That there Leather’s no good at all. I have to do all the work, and I won’t stand it.”
“Why, I thought Leather did more than you,” cried Nic. “I noticed it as we came; but you always grumbled at him.”
Samson showed his yellow teeth and chuckled.
“Don’t you be sarcy, sir,” growled Brookes; “and what are you crowin’ at, old Sam? You needn’t begin makin’ a noise like a laughin’ jackass. Something’s going to be changed, or I goes to another station.”