midday
So one morning about dawn the young giant and his brothers had set to work to make a road about the world . They seem to have had an inkling of opposition impending , and they had worked with remarkable vigour . The world had discovered them soon enough , driving that road as straight as a flight of a bullet towards the English Channel , already some miles of it levelled and made and stamped hard . They had been stopped before midday by a vast crowd of excited people , owners of land , land agents , local authorities , lawyers , policemen , soldiers even . `` We 're making a road , '' the biggest boy had explained . `` Make a road by all means , '' said the leading lawyer on the ground , `` but please respect the rights of other people . You have already infringed the private rights of twenty-seven private proprietors ; let alone the special privileges and property of an urban district board , nine parish councils , a county council , two gasworks , and a railway company ... '' `` Goodney ! ''