We are perfectly aware of it! We are trespassers, and we know it.

Pray don't be hard on us, Mr .-- Mr.Gueldmar!" The _bonde_ glanced him over with a quick lightening of the eyes, and the suspicion of a smile in the depths of his curly beard.

He turned to Errington.
"Is this true?
You came here on purpose, knowing the ground was private property ?" Errington, in his turn, lifted his cap from his clustering brown curls with that serene and stately court manner which was to him second nature.
"We did," he confessed, quietly following Lorimer's cue, and seeing also that it was best to be straightforward.

"We heard you spoken of in Bosekop, and we came to see if you would permit us the honor of your acquaintance." The old man struck his pine-staff violently into the ground, and his face flushed wrathfully.
"Bosekop!" he exclaimed.

"Talk to me of a wasp's nest! Bosekop! You shall hear of me there enough to satisfy your appetite for news.
Bosekop! In the days when my race ruled the land, such people as they that dwell there would have been put to sharpen my sword on the grindstone, or to wait, hungry and humble, for the refuse of the food left from my table!" He spoke with extraordinary heat and passion,--it was evidently necessary to soothe him.