"Then we must have a 'dressing floor' somewhere," Ralph went on, "and the only convenient place is Dingley Bottom. Water is abundant there. But though God gave it, man owns it, and the owner, like an angry dog, snarls when he is approached." "Very good," William said, after a pause, "but don't you see we are still masters of the situation?" "No, I can't say that I do. We are only two very small and very obscure men with a very limited amount of cash. As a matter of fact, I have got to the end of mine. In a battle with these Titans of wealth, what can we do?" "Sit tight!" "Easier said than done. Your business life in St. Goram has been terminated. At the present time I am earning nothing. In order to sit tight, we must have something to sit on." "We can farm Hillside, and live on vegetables." "Jenkins does not go out till March, and in the meanwhile he is claiming compensation for damages." "We can easily deal with him. He won't go to law; he is too poor, and has too genuine a horror of lawyers. So he will submit his claim to arbitration." "But even with Jenkins out of the way, and ourselves installed as farmers, we are still in a very awkward plight. Suppose St. Goram really contests this right of way--which was never hinted at till now--he can virtually ruin us with law costs." "He would never be so mean as to attempt it." Ralph laughed bitterly. "My dear fellow," he said, "I can see clearly enough there is going to be an organised attempt to crush us. As for the question of meanness, that will never be considered for a moment. We are regarded as interlopers who have been guilty of sharp practice. Hence, we must not only be checkmated, but ground into powder." "They haven't done it yet," William said, with a cheerful smile, "and I'm not going to say die till I'm dead." Ralph laughed again, and a little less bitterly than before. William's hopefulness was not without its influence upon him. For a while there was silence, then William spoke again. "Look here, Ralph," he said; "strength will have to be met with strength. The strong too often know nothing of either mercy or justice. One does not like to say such a thing, or even think it, but this is no time for sentiment." "Well?" "You know our hope has been to work the lode ourselves; to increase our plant, as we have made a little money; to employ only St. Goram men, and give each one a share in the concern. It was a benevolent idea, but it is clear we are not to be allowed to carry it out." "Well?" "Two courses are still open to us. The first is to fill in the prospecting pits and let the lode lie undeveloped. The second is to let the financiers come in and form a company that shall be strong enough to meet Lord St. Goram and his class on their own ground." Ralph was silent. "I know you do not like either alternative," William went on, "but we are pushed up into a corner."