Old Ricks was there and he glared souring at the Rovers when he saw them.
The Rovers knew nothing about this, but it had been in old Ricks's mind for a week.
Then the ricks required thatching, and Turner thatched them.
I ran through the fold-yard to the ricks, and called to Lena.
There were seven ricks in a group, and I went into all the openings between them.
“I want ...