"Haven't you robbed people enough- taking their last shirts?" said a voice addressing the publican. "What have you killed a man for, you thief?"
The tall lad, standing in the porch, turned his bleared eyes from the publican to the smith and back again as if considering whom he ought to fight now.
"Murderer!" he shouted suddenly to the publican. "Bind him, lads!"
The publican, taking advantage of the increased crowd, dropped behind and returned to his tavern.
Come along then!" the publican and the tall young fellow repeated one after the other, and they moved up the street together.
Robbery is not permitted to anybody now a days!" shouted the publican, picking up his cap.
As if this action had some mysterious and menacing significance, the workmen surrounding the publican paused in indecision.
"I daresay you would like to bind me!" shouted the publican, pushing away the men advancing on him, and snatching his cap from his head he flung it on the ground.
When they left, the owners, Ei
Publican Partnerships (formerly Enterprise Inns), put the tenancy of the 90-covers pub up for sale at PS125,000.