“Call themselves men!” he said, “I call them wild beasts.”
“Call them what you like,” said Uncle Dick; “wild beasts if you will, but get them out.”
“But I can’t,” groaned the man dismally. “See what a state I’m in! They’ve spoiled my second best suit.”
“Very tiresome,” said Uncle Dick, who was growing impatient; “but are you going to get these people out? We’ve two truck-loads of machinery waiting to be delivered.”
“Don’t I tell you I can’t,” said the agent angrily. “Take possession yourself. There, I give you leave.”
“Very well,” said Uncle Dick. “You assure me that these men have no legal right to be there.”
“Not the slightest. They were only allowed to be there till the place was let.”
“That’s right; then we take possession at once, sir.”
“And good luck to you!” said the agent as we went out.
“What are you going to do?” asked Uncle Bob.