“Yes, Esau, we had better go,” I said, bitterly. “Mr Raydon will some day find out how unjust he has been to us.”
“That will do,” cried Mr Raydon, sternly. “No hypocrisy, sir. Once for all, I know that you gave Gunson either full particulars or hints, such as enabled him to bring a gang to this peaceful place.”
“Well, if you won’t let a fellow speak,” began Esau.
“Silence, sir!” cried Mr Raydon, as I moved towards the door. “And you, Gordon, where are you going?”
“I don’t know, sir,” I said.
“Then I do. You are going to join that wild crew up at the gold-washings.”
“I was going to see and tell Mr Gunson of what had happened, sir.”
“Exactly. Then I forbid it. You shall not go.”
“You ain’t got no right to keep us here if we want to go,” said Esau, who was now losing: his temper fast.
“Indeed!” said Mr Raydon.