"Who told you, William Morgan?" Howell began ... but he really had not the heart to go on. He took off his hat, wiped the lining of it with his handkerchief, and the bright sunlight showed his brows lined with anxiety and sick fear, crumpled and embossed like one of his own pats of butter. He replaced his hat and blew his nose violently. "Is it true?" demanded William Morgan again. Howell became grim.--"It was an e-vil day for this town when that man came here," he said, forgetting how little town there had been when that old brown horse had first brought the Gardens softly jolting across the sandhills. "Then it is true?" said William Morgan once again. "It is true that a man sometimes asks one thing, and finiss by getting something very diff-ferent from what he ask," Howell replied, and walked abruptly away. He crossed the Promenade and turned into Pontnewydd Street. There he stood, irresolutely plucking his lip and gazing into a stationer's window. Dafydd Dafis's voice in his ear caused him to start almost violently. "H-what is this, Howell Gruffydd?" Dafydd demanded without preface, his eyes burningly and truculently on the Chairman's face. He wore his everyday corduroys, but his air was that of a monarch in banishment. Howell turned. "Ah, how are you, Dafydd? Indeed you look well! They do say the smell of road-tar is a very healthy smell----" "H-what is this we hear, Howell Gruffydd?" Dafydd repeated. Howell tried to smile.--"Indeed, how can I answer a question like that, 'What is this we hear?'----" "H-what is this about Delyn and the Water?" There was a dangerous quickness in Dafydd's voice. Involuntarily Howell gave a little hiccough of emotion, which answered Dafydd sufficiently. His eyes were like the windows of a burning house. "He sell us two thousand acres, of our own land, for how mut-ss?" "Two--hundred--thou-sand--pounds," sobbed Howell. "Of our own mountains--Delyn, that belong to us--he sell us Delyn, this Saxon?----" "Indeed, indeed, Dafydd, do not excite yourself--it will have to go to arbi-tra-tion----" "It will go to Hell, with his soul!" Dafydd replied fiercely. "He sell us Delyn--he sell us Delyn water--he sell us our own moun-tains!--It iss not for this we make you Chairman of the Council, Howell Gruffydd!" Howell trembled, but put up a soothing hand. "Aw-w-w, you wait and see, Dafydd Dafis! A prof-fit is a prof-fit, but this is wick-ed, and preposterous, and out of all reason! You wait and see! We have a meeting this morning, and p'rapss we show Mister Edward Garden he is not so clever as he think he is! He think he put his Saxon pistol to our heads like this? Indeed he make a great mistake! You wait and see, Dafydd. There iss a saying, 'He laughs best who laughs last'--you wait and see!" He patted Dafydd's shoulder and arm reassuringly, and perhaps felt heartened by his own words. "You wait and see!" he said once more, almost cheerily now. "We not pay it--never fear! I see you later----"