Jerry Brownbie was the first to speak.  “What’s this you’re up to, Heathcote?  Firing our grass?  It’s arson.  You shall swing for this.”

“I’ll take my chance of that,” said Harry, turning to his work again.

“No, I’m blessed if you do.  Ride over him, Bos, while I stop these other fellows.”

The Brownbies had been aware that Harry’s two boundary riders were with him, but had not heard of the arrival of Medlicot and the other man.  Nokes was aware that some one on horseback had been near him when he was firing the grass, but had thought that it was one of the party from Gangoil.  By the time that Jerry Brownbie had reached the German, Medlicot was there also.

“Who the deuce are you?” asked Jerry.

“What business is that of yours?” said Medlicot.

“No business of mine, and you firing our grass!  I’ll let you know my business pretty quickly.”

“It’s that fellow, Medlicot, from the sugar-mill,” said Joe; “the man that Nokes is with.”

“I thought you was a horse of another color,” continued Jerry, who had been given to understand that Medlicot was Heathcote’s enemy.  “Anyway, I won’t have my grass fired.  If God A’mighty chooses to send fires, we can’t help it.  But I’m not going to have incendiaries here as well.  You’re a new chum, and don’t understand what you’re about, but you must stop this.”

As Medlicot still went on putting out the fire, Jerry attempted to ride him down.  Medlicot caught the horse by the rein, and violently backed the brute in among the embers.  The animal plunged and reared, getting his head loose, and at last came down, he and his rider together.  In the mean time Joe Brownbie, seeing this, rode up behind the sugar planter, and struck him violently with his cudgel over the shoulder.  Medlicot sank nearly to the ground, but at once recovered himself.  He knew that some bone on the left side of his body was broken; but he could still fight with his right hand, and he did fight.

Boscobel and Georgie Brownbie both attempted to ride over Harry together, and might have succeeded had not Jacko ingeniously inserted the burning branch of gum-tree with which he had been working under the belly of the horse on which Boscobel was riding.  The animal jumped immediately from the ground, bucking into the air, and Boscobel was thrown far over his head.  Georgie Brownbie then turned upon Jacko, but Jacko was far too nimble to be caught, and escaped among the trees.

For a few minutes the fight was general, but the footmen had the best of it, in spite of the injury done to Medlicot.  Jerry was bruised and burned about the face by his fall among the ashes, and did not much relish the work afterward.  Boscobel was stunned for a few moments, and was quite ready to retreat when he came to himself.  Nokes during the whole time did not show himself, alleging as a reason afterward the presence of his employer Medlicot.