But we're not foightin' men!' 'You needn't tell me that!' said the Squire, exasperated.

'The look of you's enough.

So you refuse to barricade those gates ?' 'Well, we do, Squoire,' said Perley, in a tone of forced cheerfulness.
'Yes, we do,' said Dodge slowly, copying the manner of his leader.
All this time Gregson had been standing a little apart from the rest.

His face showed traces of recent drinking, his hands wandered restlessly from his coat-collar to his pockets, his clothes were shabby and torn.

But when the Squire looked round him, as though invoking some one or something to aid him against these deserters, Gregson came forward.
'If you want any help, Mr.Mannering, I'm your man.