'
Black Thompson felt that Stephen trembled under his grasp, and he went
on with greater earnestness.
'Thee could revenge thyself this very night. Thee could get the worth of
Fern's Hollow without a risk, if thee'd listen to me. It's thy own, lad,
and thy wrongs are heavy--Fern's Hollow stolen from thee, and the little
lass murdered! How canst thee rest, Stephen?'
'God will repay,' said Stephen in a tremulous tone.
'Dost think that God sees?' asked Black Thompson scoffingly; 'if He
sees, He doesn't care. What does it matter to Him that poor folks like
us are trodden down and robbed? If He cared, He could strike the master
dead in a moment, and He doesn't. He lets him prosper and prosper, till
nobody can stand afore him. I'd take my own matter in my own hands, and
make sure of vengeance. God doesn't take any notice.'
'I'm sure God sees,' answered Stephen; 'He is everywhere; and He isn't
blind, or deaf, only we don't understand what He is going to do yet. If
He didn't take any notice of us, He wouldn't make me feel so happy,
spite of everything. Oh, Thompson thee and the men were so kind to me
when I couldn't work, and I've never seen thee to thank thee.
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