Mrs. Byron, wheeling her trolly through the "houses and courts" of Wastralls, along the garden paths and down the neglected drive, found that her creation had a feeling for rises in the ground that was almost uncanny. "Thus far shalt thou go," said the trolly and Jim Rosevear spent many a half-hour levelling surfaces which Mrs. Byron had hitherto believed to be as flat as the yard pond. On the whole she got about as much as she had expected to; and far more than her husband or even the hinds had believed possible. The latter had served her well, partly because she, being a good master, it was difficult for them to do otherwise; but also because, being raised above them, a woman and unfamiliar, she was in some dim way that Golden Helen of all male dreams. For her part she understood them as she understood the animals on the farm, their idiosyncrasies, their capacity. She worked them as she worked her horses, as kindly, with as much consideration; but without feeling that they were nearer to her in the scale of creation. On her return to Wastralls she found that her long absence and Leadville’s slack rule, hard work one day, off shooting the next, had demoralized the little band. They gave their employer a hearty welcome, vicariously, proud of one who, though desperately injured, had refused to give up the struggle which is life; but it soon became evident that they believed her accident and subsequent mutilation had changed her into something weak and strange. Her orders were questioned. Unconsciously the men were testing the power that for so long had kept them subservient. "George," said she to Biddick, one bright June morning, "you’d better cut that ’ay in Cross Parks to-day." "I think I should leave it a day or two longer, missis. I b’lieve we’re goin’ to ’av some rain," returned the old fellow who, at the moment, had a job more to his liking. Sabina’s voice rang out. "Never mind about that. You get the men and ’av it done at once. It’ll be done before the rain come then." She had a sense of weather so keen that she had been known to predict it for months, even seasons, ahead and Biddick looked at her uneasily. When some days later, he came for his week’s money, she spoke to him sharply. "If you’m too old for yer work, better jack it up and I’ll hire a younger man." "I thought missis, as we was in for a lot of rain." "I’m missis and I’ll ’av things done my way." As she once said, "Don’t meet fear half-way, go all the way and you’ll crush ’un in the egg!" But although Sabina asserted herself with promptitude and decision, it was not in the old effortless way. Her health was far from satisfactory. She held her own, reduced her team to an obedience which for them was happiness, but paid for her victory in restless nights, in pain and weariness. She thought sometimes that it would be impossible for her to carry on. "I do ache so bad," she told her faithful crony, "that I feel I shall ’av to give up and be a bed-lier."