It struck the assailant on the tendons of the leg beneath the knee, and he uttered a yell and went down as if killed.
“Coom on, lads!” cried one of the others; and they rushed towards us, headed by a heavy thick-set fellow; but no one flinched, and they hesitated as they came close up.
“Take that fellow away,” said Uncle Jack sternly; “and look here, while you stay, if any gentleman comes to the gate don’t send a surly dog like that.”
“Who are yow? What d’ye want? Happen yow’ll get some’at if yo’ stay.”
“I want to go round the place. I am one of the proprietors who have taken it.”
“Eh, you be—be you? Here, lads, this is one o’ chaps as is turning us out. We’ve got the wheels ti’ Saturday, and we wean’t hev no one here.”
“No, no,” rose in chorus. “Open gate, lads, and hev ’em out.”
“Keep back!” said Uncle Dick, stepping forward; “keep back, unless you want to be hurt. No one is going to interfere with your rights, which end on Saturday night.”
“Eh! But if it hedn’t been for yow we could ha kep’ on.”
“Well, you’ll have to get some other place,” said Uncle Dick; “we want this.”