"I only ask for a trifle; it will pay you to give it me."
"Get out of my way or I will knock you down," was the reply.
The Squire, walking across the paddock talking to Ben Sprig, was so engrossed he failed to notice them.
"Knock me down, will you?" said Felix. "I'd like to see you do it. If you don't do as I ask, I'll go straight to your wife and tell her all about your dealings with Mrs. Warren. She's here; I saw her in the box with you."
Warren raised his hand and in another moment would have struck him, but the Squire heard the words, and held his arm back in time to prevent the blow.
"Who is this fellow?" asked the Squire.
"Felix Hoffman is my name, at your service."
"Do you know him?" he said to Warren.
"Oh, yes; he knows me very well," answered Felix.
"I did not address you," replied the Squire; and repeated his question.