ney! No, it couldn't be done. He clenched and
unclenched his fists. It could never be done in England; but the wrong
was monstrous, all the same.

By-and-by he grew calmer, went down to the parlour, ate his dinner, and
sallied out to the meadow again. The wastrel had disappeared.
Roger asked no questions, but took up his scythe, stepped into the rank,
and mowed. He mowed like a giant, working his men fairly to a standstill.
They eyed him askance, and eyed each other as they fell behind.
But disregarding the rank, he strode on and on, scything down the grass--
his grass, grown on his earth, reaped with his sweat.

IX.

The hay had been gathered and stacked, and the stacks thatched;
and still Roger lived on at Steens unmolested. He began to feel that the
danger had blown over, and for this security old Malachi was responsible.
Malachi had witnessed the scene in the hayfield, and dreamed for nights
after of the look on his master's face. The next time a messenger arrived
(he told himself) there would be murder done; and the old man, hazy upon
all other points of the law and its operations, had the clearest notion of
its answer to murder. He had seen gibbets in his time, and bodies dangling
from them in chains.

He began to watch the road for messengers, and never slackened his watch.
Six in all he intercepted during the next three weeks and took their
papers to carry to his master. It seemed to him to be raining papers.
He could not read, and, had he been able, their contents would have
conveyed no meaning to him. He burned every one in secret.

It is possible, and even likely, that had they reached Roger they would
have had no effect beyond angering him. He believed--as for miles around
every man not a lawyer believed--that freehold land which had once
descended to an heir could not be alienated without the next heir's
consent: nor in all the countryside had such a wrong been perpetrated
within living memory. It would have taken twenty lawyers with their books
to shake him in this conviction. But it is a fact that he never received a
last letter from Lawyer Jose imploring him to appear and fight the suit
entered against him, and not to sit in obstinate slumber while his enemies
destroyed him.

After this for some weeks the stream of messengers ceased, and even
Malachi breathed more freely. He still, however, kept his eye lifting,
and was able to intercept the document announcing that in the case