Then the same voice cried-- "Speak up, man! we won't hurt 'ee! You be one o' we!" "No, I am not one of you.

I'd be ashamed to come in the night and burn my master's house down." I expected an outbreak, but none came.

They listened, as it were by compulsion, to the clear, manly voice that had not in it one shade of fear.
"What do you do it for ?" John continued.

"All because he would not sell you, or give you, his wheat.

Even so--it was HIS wheat, not yours.