"Let me out; I'll soon clear the road," said Jarvis, trying to force his
way past Jack.
"Sit still, Hercules; I am slower to wrath than you are. Let me talk to
them," and Jack took three or four steps forward, followed closely by
Jarvis.
"Well, men, what do you want? There is no good in stopping a carriage on
the highroad."
"We want work and money and bread," said a great bearded Hun who was
nearest to Jack.
"This is no way to get either. We have no work to offer, there is no
bread in the carriage, and not much money. You are dead wrong in this
business, and you are likely to get into trouble. I can make some
allowance when I remember the bad whiskey that is in you, but you must
get out of our way; the road is public and we have the right to use it."
"Not until you have paid toll," said the Hun.
"That's the rooster who said we drank whiskey and didn't work. He's the
fellow who would rob a poor man of his liberty," came a voice in the
crowd.
"Knock his block off!"
"Break his back!"
"Let me at him," and a score of other friendly offers came from the
drunken crowd.
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