Lanty listened to Bluecaster’s speech with the faint discomfort that
he always experienced under his employer’s efforts. In the landlord’s
place, and in his own present grim mood, he would have told the lot of
them to stay and be drowned or clear out and be damned, but that wasn’t
Bluecaster’s way at all. On the contrary, he was always pathetically
anxious to carry a stray leg of anybody’s donkey.
A question had been raised about the Lugg, he told them--was it really
as safe as was made out? There was an old theory just brought up again
that in flood-time the tide hadn’t enough room. Well, it always _had_
had enough room, they knew that, but of course nobody could answer
for the future. The question was--were they justified in continuing
to gamble on the point? The late Mr. Lancaster, whom they had all
known, and not only known but respected, had given as his definite
opinion that there was no gamble in the matter at all. World-famous
engineers had, after the first, backed that opinion, and so far the
Lugg had proved them all right. Mr. Lancaster had affirmed that it was
no sort of danger to the east side, while it meant a great benefit to
the north. Speaking as a landowner, he was naturally anxious to see
the estate improved and extended, but, speaking as a man, he was not
willing to risk, even upon a mere possibility, good tenants who were
also, he hoped, his very good friends. If the Lugg was really a danger,
it must go, but he felt sure that wouldn’t be necessary. He would now
call upon Mr. Bracken Holliday of Thweng to put before them his views
on the matter.
Brack was only too ready to be up, in spite of cousinly adjurations
to “Hod thy gab, an’ let yan o’ t’aald yans kick off!” Denny was now
swimming violently behind Bradley’s back, but Brack ignored him, fixing
his eyes on Bluecaster. He was nervous at first--the antagonism in
the atmosphere had the passivity but also the resistance of the yard
wall--but it ceased to embarrass him as he warmed to his subject.
His pace quickened, his words came easily. For the moment he forgot
any petty personal animosity, and the sincerity of his belief wrung
attention even from the most scathing mocker.
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