Let the horses go, Cudgee.

Ready, Biddy ?' But Cudgee, out of malice or stupidity, did not let the roans go or else someone else put a restraining hand on the reins.

The man with the ragged beard roared out.
'Ho, you think you're going to ride over us!--you and your fine ladyship! Wot do we care about the British hairystocracy.

What we're asking for is the rights of labour, and we mean to have 'em.

Do you want to know what he's done to us boys?
Fired us out straight away cos we was 'avin' a bit of a spell and a drink to keep the life in us after we'd close up killed ourselves lifting that there ladyship's blanked hundred-ton weight of pianner on to the dray....' Moongarr Bill's chivalrous instinct flamed to a counter attack.