'You know very well all that's going to happen is that the County Council are going to send their motor-plough over, and they'll have to break down the gates to get in, so that the law can settle it.

What's come to you that you're all scuttling like a pack of rabbits?
It's not your skins that'll pay for it--it's mine!' 'We're told--Perley an' me--as there'll be miling_tary_,' said Mrs.
Perley, unmoved.

'Leastways, they'll bring a road-engine, Perley says, as'll make short work o' them gates.

And folks do say as they might even bring a tank along; you know, sir, as there's plenty of 'em, and not fur off.' She nodded mysteriously towards a quarter, never mentioned in the neighbourhood, where these Behemoths of war had a training-ground.

'And Perley and me, we can't have nowt to do wi' such things.