"Try it again, lad." "Nay, I have had enough." "I thought so. Now then, don't brag of thy wrestling till thou understandest a bit of 'In-play.' But I'll warrant thou canst talk, so I'll give myself a few minutes to listen to thee. I should say, I am twice as old as thou art, but I notice that it is the babes and sucklings that know everything, these days." As the Squire was speaking, the youth leaped into an empty cart which someone pushed forward, and he was ready with his answer,-- "Squire," he said, "it will take not babes, but men like you and these I see around me, for the wrestling match before us all. What we have to tackle is the British Government and the two Houses of Parliament." The Squire laughed scornfully. "They will 'throw' thee into the strongest jail in England, my lad; they will sink thee four feet under ground, if thou art bound for any of that nonsense." "They will have enough to do to take care of themselves soon." "Thou art saying more than thou knowest. Wouldst thou have the horrors of 1792 acted over again, in England? My lad, I was a youngster then, but I saw the red flag, dripping with blood, go round the Champ-de-Mars." "None of us want to carry the red flag, Squire. It is the tri-colour of Liberty we want; and that flag--in spite of all tyrants can do--will be carried round the world in glory! When I was in America--" "Wilt thou be quiet about them foreign countries? We have bother enough at home, without going to the world's end for more. And I will have no such talk in my manor. If thou dost not stop it, I shall have to make thee." "King William, and all his Lords and Commons, cannot stop such talk. It is on every honest tongue, and at every decent table. It is in the air, Squire, and the winds of heaven carry it wherever they go." "If thou saidst _William Cobbett_, thou mightst happen hit the truth. The winds of heaven have better work to do. What art thou after anyway?" "Such a Parliamentary Reform as will give every honest man a voice in the Government." "Just so! Thou wouldst make the door of the House of Commons big enough for any rubbish to go through." "The plan has been tried, Squire, in America; and As the Liberty Lads over the sea, Bought their freedom--and cheaply--with blood; So we, boys, we Will die fighting; or live free, And down with--" "Stop there!" roared the Squire. "Nonsense in poetry is a bit worse than any other kind of nonsense. Speak in plain words, or be done with it! Do you know what you want?"