"This will have to be complied with," I replied with a laugh, for to see these men yielding to my terms made me merry.
"What more do you want?" asked old Peter after many words.
"I demand that Lawyer Hendy shall manage Trevanion while I am away," I said. "If I do not return in two months you may conclude that I am dead. In that case I demand that certain sums of money be given to the servants who have served our family for many years." These sums I named, also the servants to whom they were to be given.
"I agree to the first part of the condition, not the second," cried old Peter.
"Why?" I asked. "Do you expect me to fail? Do you think I shall be killed? Is the expedition so dangerous? A little while ago you said it was very easy, and that I should be sure to succeed."
"But it is not fair," whined he. "In that case I should lose much money for nothing."
"And I risk everything. You will have to do this only in case of my death. I may lose my life, and you refuse to lose a few paltry guineas."
"I tell you I will not!" he cried.
"Very well, then you may get some one else to do your work."
"Then I will have Trevanion. Every stick, every field, every jot and tittle will be mine, and you will have to leave the county a vagrant," shrieked the old man.