"What right!" said the man, indignant in his turn.  He was still in the water, and, leaning back against the dam, he faced the lads in the misty moonlight.  "What right hev you two young fellers, strangers in the parish, to play yer mischeevious pranks here? ’Tis against the law to interfere wi’ the waterways o’ the nation, and the Polstead folk hev their rights, and they’ll stick to ’em. Ay, and I hev my rights, too, and I’m a known man in the parish.  This here stream purvides me wi’ washing water, and to-morrow’s washing day.  You dam up my water; I can’t wash; that’s where the right do come in."