He will not call for the aid of the law, because he is a Friend.

Besides, for the same reason, it might be useless asking." "Verily!" said my father, with a bitter and meaning smile.
"But he might get his own men to defend his property, and need not do what he is bent on doing--go to the mill himself." "Surely," was all Abel Fletcher said, planting his oaken stick firmly, as firmly as his will, and taking his way to the river-side, in the direction of the mill.
I caught his arm--"Father, don't go." "My son," said he, turning on me one of his "iron looks," as I used to call them--tokens of a nature that might have ran molten once, and had settled into a hard, moulded mass, of which nothing could afterwards alter one form, or erase one line--"My son, no opposition.

Any who try that with me fail.

If those fellows had waited two days more I would have sold all my wheat at a hundred shillings the quarter; now they shall have nothing.

It will teach them wisdom another time.