This Roy, a hard-looking man with a face very much seamed with the smallpox, was working bailiff to Mr.Verner.Until within a few years he had been but a labourer on the estate.

He was not liked among the poor tenants, and was generally honoured with the appellation "Old Grips," or "Grip Roy." "Roy," said Frederick Massingbird, "Mr.Verner says it is to be left until to-morrow morning.

Mr.Lionel will see about it then.

He is out at present." "And let the mob have it all their own way for to-night ?" returned Roy angrily.

"They be in a state of mutiny, they be; a-saying everything as they can lay their tongues to." "Let them say it," responded Frederick Massingbird.