"Tell the owd woman to hap you up well to-night, Sim," said one. "Say, Sim," said another, "ask her to get out her scithers and coot thee hair." "You're going agates early, Sim," said another. "Yes, I'm off," said Sim; "and mebbe it'll be some time before you see me here again, or mebbe I shall be here again to-morrow night. Good-night, all," and he went out, looking very triumphant, telling himself that he had been too much for "that lot," and that he knew what he was about. There were those present, though, who were not above saying that it was on account of Tom Podmore coming in, to sit near the door, looking wearied out with anxiety as he let his head drop upon his hand, and sat there thoughtful and silent, while those present, knowing his feelings towards the missing girl, changed the subject that they were resuming, and entered upon the question of the duration of the strike. Volume 2, Chapter XII. THREATENINGS. As the days passed, and no information could be obtained respecting Daisy Banks, and the efforts of the police to trace the two strangers proved utterly fruitless, John Maine was in a state of mind not to be envied. By degrees it oozed out more and more that he had been seen with the two men, and the police came down to the farm, to question him, looking suspiciously at him, as he told them that they were men he had met once before in the neighbourhood of Nottingham; and when the constables left he had the annoyance of feeling that he would be watched, for it was evident that he was looked upon with suspicion. Joe Banks had been nearly mad with excitement, and leaving his sobbing wife day after day, he had searched and researched the country round, aided by Tom Podmore, Harry, and a score of the other men. Richard Glaire had made no show of assisting after the first day, for he had awakened to the fact that the town was not a safe home for him, and it was fully his intention to leave the place for awhile; but, for his own reasons, he preferred to wait a little longer. Sim Slee was about now a good deal, and another encounter had taken place between him and Richard, after which Sim had gone round to the vicarage back-door, to implore help from his wife, asserting that he was half killed, and begging her to come home and attend on him. As it happened, the vicar heard him, and came to see how bad were his injuries, and to offer to set his housekeeper at liberty. "I'll manage without you, Mrs Slee, if you like," he said kindly. "But I don't like," said Mrs Slee; "there'll be fifty people here soon for soup and bread, and how can you get shoot of 'em all wi'out me?" "Thou must come home, lovey," said Sim, in a dismal voice. "I'm very bad. I've got money enew, too, now to keep us for weeks." "Where dids't thou get money from?" said Mrs Slee, sharply. "Never thou mind," said Sim. "I've gotten it, and now come home." "But how did you get knocked about like that?" said the vicar, smiling to himself.