"We hear them in the Chap-pil, in the mid-dle of prayers, singing!" he cried. "On a Sunday morning they sing; they sing '_Thomas, make Room for your Uncle_!' I said it was a den of li-ons, but indeed no li-ons ever behave so s'ock-kingly! They sing '_Thomas, make Room for your Uncle_,' in the mid-dle of prayers, like if it was out of the belly of hell!" Dafydd Dafis, whose head for a day and a half had drooped like a wet head of corn, gave a quick gleaming glance. "They not build it any more quick than it can be pulled down again," he said quickly. "They come out of the house sometime to work, I think. They not gentry with lot of money, whatever." And that was true. The Kerrs could hardly earn their living by drinking beer and having continually to mount guard over the house they had made. "There will be no peace in Llanyglo now till Mr. Tudor Williams has been." Dafydd Dafis's head drooped again. "Indeed we do not need Mr. Tudor Williams for this," he muttered under his breath. And the Kerrs themselves? Did they suppose they could plant themselves thus in the enemy's midst and not meet with hostile entertainment? For this we may perhaps go once more to the gentleman without whose friendly help the _Llanyglo Guide_ would have been done quite as well as it needed to be, and in half the time. "It's difficult to say, for two reasons," this gentleman said. "In the first place, the humour of some of these Lancashire fellows is such an incalculable thing; you never know how far they will carry it, nor how soon it will end in black eyes and bloody noses. And in the second place, there was that humanitarian scatterbrain, Armfield. I believe myself that probably Armfield had already told Ned Kerr that there _would_ be work presently.... "Of course, you've heard what Armfield's scheme was. The Syndicate had decided not to rectify any more errors of Providence about the disposition of coal and manganese; they only wanted to clear out altogether, leaving somebody else 'holding the baby'--I believe that's the expression. Their idea was simplicity itself: to buy land at a shilling and sell it again at ten; but they didn't express it quite so nakedly. That was where Terry Armfield came in--to dress the enterprise up and make it attractive. As long as he enabled them to cut their loss they didn't care what he did with Llanyglo.