Mr Easy, I wish you a good morning." "Sir, I beg your pardon, you have not yet heard all my arguments," replied Jack, who did not approve of the conclusions drawn.
"I have no time to hear more, Mr Easy; I wish you a good morning." And the proprietor departed, leaving Jack in company with the keepers.
"I'll trouble you for that rod, master," said William.

James was very busy stringing the fish through the gills upon a piece of osier.
"At all events you will hear reason," said Jack: "I have arguments--" "I never heard no good arguments in favour of poaching," interrupted the keeper.
"You're an insolent fellow," replied Jack.

"It is by paying such vagabonds as you that people are able to be guilty of injustice." "It's by paying us that the land an't poached--and if there be some excuse for a poor devil who is out of work, there be none for you, who call yourself a gentleman." "According to his account, as we be all equal, he be no more a gentleman than we be." "Silence, you blackguard, I shall not condescend to argue with such as you: if I did, I could prove that you are a set of base slaves, who have just as much right to this property as your master or I have." "As you have, I dare say, master." "As I have, you scoundrel; this pond is as much my property, and so are the fish in it, as they are of your master, who has usurped the right." "I say, James, what do you say, shall we put the young gentleman in possession of his property ?" said William, winking to the other.
James took the hint, they seized Jack by the arms and legs, and soused him into the pond.

Jack arose after a deep submersion, and floundered on shore blowing and spluttering.

But in the meantime the keepers had walked away, carrying with them the rod and line, fish, and tin can of bait, laughing loudly at the practical joke which they had played our hero.
"Well," thought Jack, "either there must be some mistake in my father's philosophy, or else this is a very wicked world.