CHAPTER II
SEVERAL PEOPLE HAVE TROUBLES
Mogridge’s sneers went to bed with the squire and arose with him in the morning. The thought that a man whom he had befriended was opposing him rankled deeply. And while in this irritable condition one of the first persons the squire met was David Allison, who had come early to work on the accounts.
“Good morning, Allison,” was the squire’s greeting, spoken gruffly.
“Good morning, Squire Danesford,” replied the Scotchman. “I thought I wad coom early an’ ha’ the work oot o’ the way.”
“So as to have time for carrying on your treasonable mischief, I suppose.”
“Excuse me, Squire, but I dinna think I understand.”
“D’ye think I don’t know that you go about preaching the pernicious doctrines of Patrick Henry and Tom Jefferson, who sports on his seal that sentiment of the demagogue: ‘Resistance to tyrants is obedience 13 to God.’ Who’s the tyrant? Why, our most gracious sovereign! That sort of talk is nothing short of treasonable. The purpose of it is revolution. Oh, I know!”
Allison looked at the squire in wonderment, which apparently served to further excite the squire’s rage, for he, without waiting for reply, exclaimed: “There soon will come a time when the traitors will have to eat their words. When she was ready, England put her powerful hand on the Indies, and they became hers. She reached out into Canada and, taking France by the coat collar, marched her out. When she feels like it, she’ll devote some spare half hour to knocking your heads together.”
The bent figure of the Scotchman straightened as he looked full in the face of his employer. “You misunderstand me, Squire; I only ask that England shall treat the colonists as she would treat Englishmen, for that is what we are. But for us she wad na’ found the task o’ running France out of Canada an easy one. I fought for England in that war as surely as I did for the colonies an’ I dinna intend to make talk that a self-respecting man should not.”