“Who’s he?” demanded Evatt.
“Another of the monopolisers who got a grant in the early days, before the land was good for anything,” explained Bagby. “His property is further down.”
“Ye ’d better bargain quick, if ye want any,” spoke up an oldster. “Looks like squar’s son was a-coortin’ squar’s daughter, an’ mayhaps her money’ll make old Squar Hennion less put tew it fer cash.”
“So Squire Meredith is n’t popular?”
“He’ll find out suthin’ next time he offers fer Assembly,” asserted one of the group.
“He ’s a member of Assembly, is he?” questioned Evatt. “Then he’s all right on—he belongs to the popular party?”
“Not he!” cried several.
“He was agin the Association, tried tew prevent our sendin’ deputies tew Congress, an’ boasts that tea ’s drunk at his table,” said the landlord.
“’T won’t be for long,” growled Bagby.
“Then how comes it that ye elect him Assemblyman?”