Stop where you are, sir.

Stop where you are." "I'll go," said the squire, "before they pull the house down." For the men were getting clamorous, and shouting loudly for Mr Marston.
The squire descended, and Dick with him, to find the front garden of the old farm-house full of great swarthy black-bearded fellows, everyone armed with a cudgel or a pick-axe handle, some having only the parts of broken shovels.
"Well, my lads, what is it ?" said the squire, facing them.
A tremendous yell broke out, every man seeming to speak at once, and nothing could be understood.
"Hullo, Hickathrift! You're there, are you ?" said the squire.

"What do they want ?" "Well, you see, squire," began the wheelwright; but his voice was drowned by another furious yell.
"Don't all speak at once!" cried Dick, who had planted himself upon a rough block of stone that had been dug out of the ruins and placed in the front of the house.
There was something so droll to the great band of workmen in a mere stripling shouting to them in so commanding a way, that they all burst into a hearty laugh.
"Here, let Hicky speak!" cried Dick.
"Yes!--Ay!--Ah!--Let big Hickathrift speak!" was shouted out.
"Keep quiet, then," said the wheelwright, "or how can I! You see, squire," he continued, "the lads came along by my place, and they said some one had put it about that one of them had fired a shot at the young engyneer, and they're all popped about it, and want to see Mr Marston and tell him it isn't true." "You can't see Mr Marston, my lads," said the squire.
Here there was a fierce yell.
"The doctor says it would do him harm," continued the squire, "and you don't want to do that." "Nay, nay, we wean't do that," shouted one of the men.
"But I may tell you that Mr Marston says that he does not believe there's a man among you who would do him any harm." "Hooray!" shouted one of the men, and this was followed by a roar.

"We wouldn't hurt the ganger, and we're going to pay out him as did." There was a tremendous yell at this, and the men nourished their weapons in a way that looked serious for the culprit if he should be discovered.
"Ay, but yow've got to find out first who it was," said Hickathrift.
"Yes, and we're going to find out too," cried one rough-looking fellow standing forward.

"How do we know as it warn't you ?" "Me!" cried Hickathrift, staring blankly.
"Ay, yow," roared the great rough-looking fellow, a man not far short of the wheelwright's size.