Chapter Six.
“Do let me come.”
The rest of the week soon slipped by, and my uncles took possession of the works, but not peaceably.
The agent who had had the letting went down to meet my uncles and give them formal possession.
When he got there he was attacked by the work-people, with words first, and then with stones and pails of water.
The consequence was that he went home with a cut head and his clothes soaked.
“But what’s to be done?” said Uncle Dick to him. “We want the place according to the agreement.”
The agent looked up, holding one hand to his head, and looking white and scared.