“Just as I expected,” said Squire Clamp, in a satisfied tone.

“An’ jest as I expected,” broke in Mr. Hardwick upon the astonished pair.  “I knew th-that ef Squire Clamp hed anythin’ to do against me, he wer-would sneak into the shop sus-some time when I’d ger-gone to dinner.”

“We thought it would be most convenient, so as not to interrupt you about your work.”

“Very ker-kind indeed!  As ef you wa’n’t tryin’ to turn me out of wer-work altogether!  But ’tisn’t any yer-use, Squire; this is a case you can’t be ber-both sides on.”

The lawyer turned, with a placid smile, to his companion.  “Mr. Gunter, I believe we have finished our measurements?”

The man of chain and compass nodded.  Nothing abashed by the lawyer’s cool manner, Mr. Hardwick turned to the surveyor, and asked if he undertook to say that Walter Kinloch’s deed called for land that was covered by the shop?

“I suppose so,” was the answer.

“An’ now, Sus-squire Clamp,” said Mr. Hardwick, “you know that it’s sus-seventeen or eighteen year sence I per-pulled down the old shop and bought this land.”

“Yes, but, unfortunately, it takes twenty years to give you title,” put in the Squire.

“Nun-never mind that now.  Squire Kinloch knew this,—­at least, that there was room for der-difficulty; for we’d talked it over sus-several times afore he died.  An’ he allers said th-that he’d hev new deeds made out, so’s to per-per-prevent just such a wrong as this.  He didn’t ’xpect to go so sus-sudden.”

“I’m sorry, Brother Hardwick, to see you bringing up your talk with the lamented deceased, whom you represent as being willing to part with his legal rights without a consideration.  Even if you had evidence of it, such an agreement would be a mere nudum pactum, binding neither upon himself nor his heirs.”

“Squire Clamp! ger-get out of my shop!  Fust to call me Brother, next to doubt my word, an’ last to sus-say that a man’s free an’ der-deliberet promise—­now he’s where he can’t sh-shame you into honesty—­sha’n’t be kept!”

The Squire smiled feebly.  “You don’t intend, Mister Hardwick, assault and battery, do you?”

“Yer-yes, ef you don’t leave in q-q-q-quick time.”  And he strode up to the astonished attorney, his blue eyes flashing, his curly gray hair flying back from his forehead, like a lion’s.

Squire Clamp retreated to the street, took sight each way to be sure he was off his antagonist’s territory, and then vented his cautious resentment in such well-considered phrases as a long course of experience had taught him were not actionable at law, nor ground for discipline in church.

Prudence came to Uncle Ralph’s aid, and he did not make further reply, but locked the shop-door and returned to the house to finish his dinner.  The suit was commenced a few days afterwards.  Mr. Hardwick went to the county seat, some dozen miles distant, and secured the aid of an able lawyer, who gave him hope of prevailing and keeping his shop.