"You should have thought of that before," said Richard, coldly. "A hundred and fifty pounds made up amongst you, and the fires may be lit, and we'll go on once more; till that's paid I'll keep the place locked up if I'm ruined by it." Then came the disappearance of Daisy Banks, and it wanted but little on the part of Sim Slee to half madden the weaker spirits against the man who was starving their wives and children, and had robbed Joe Banks of his daughter. It so happened that Joe Banks, on the day following Sim's doctoring, about a fortnight after the disappearance, during which time he had not seen Mrs Glaire, but only Eve, who had been again and again to try and administer comfort to Mrs Banks, came upon a knot of men, listening to an oration made by Sim Slee, who, as soon as he saw Joe coming up in company with Tom Podmore, who was his staunch and faithful ally throughout, cried loudly: "Here he comes! Here comes the downtrodden, ill-used paytriot, who has served the rotten family for thirty year, and then been robbed for his pains. He's agoing to join my brotherhood now, lads--him and Tom Podmore." "Hooray!" cried the men. "And he'll be a captain and a leader among us as is going to beat down the oppressors and robbers of our flocks and herds. He's agoing, lads, to pull down with us the bloated Aristorchus, as is living on his oil olive, and honey, while we heven't bread to put in the mouths of our bairns." There was a groan here from the little crowd, some of whom readily accepted Sim Slee's Aristorchus, as they would have taken in any loud-sounding word in their present humour. "Come on, brave captain, as hev had your eye-lids opened to the malice and wickedness of your employer, and join them as is going to groan no more under the harrows and ploughshares of oppression. It is said as the ox or beast shan't be muzzled as treadeth out the corn, and we aint agoing to let that oppressor, Dicky Glaire, muzzle us any more." "Hooray!" cried the growing crowd. "Come on, then, brave captain. Lads, Joe Banks is a man as we'll be proud to serve wi'; and wi' Tom Podmore too, for they've cast off their slough"--Sim called this "sluff"--"of blindness, and hev awaked to the light and glory of liberty. Come on." "What do you mean?" said Joe Banks, firmly. "Mean, brave captain and leader!" cried Sim, making his plaid waistcoat wrinkle with his exertions; "why, that we're going to trample down him as robbed thee of thy bairn." "Who's that?" said Joe Banks, sternly. "Who's that? Ask anybody here if it aint Dicky Glaire, the oppressor, as is going to sneak outer the town to-night to catch the mail train over yonder at the station, and then going to laugh and sneer and mock at the poor, grey old father as he's deceived, and--" "It's a lie," roared Joe. "Who says Richard Glaire took away my poor murdered bairn?"