"Well," said Mr. Elmwood, angered at last, "if ever I saw a dogged
moon-calf, you are one! However, I let you go scot free this time,
in regard for your brother's good service, and the long family on
your hands, but mind, I shall put in an active woodward instead of
old Tomkins, who has been past his work these ten years, and if ever
I hear of seditious or prelatical doings in yonder gulley again, off
you go."
He rode off, leaving Steadfast with temper more determined, but mind
not more at ease. The appointment of a woodward was bad news, for
the copsewood and the game had been left to their fate for the last
few years, and what were the rights of the landlord over them Stead
did not know, so that there might be many causes of trouble,
especially if the said woodward considered him a person to be
specially watched. Indeed, the existence of such a person would make
a renewal of what Mr. Elmwood called the prelatist assembly
impossible, and with a good deal of sorrow he announced the fact on
the next market day to Mrs.
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