The crofter's cattle went down in the disease, and one of them died.
To Crofter belonged the honour of first wiping off scores with the enemy.
“If Crofter has the least sense of literary taste, he will frame it,” said Pridgin.
Crofter was not conferring a favour on me; only making a convenience of me.
It was heads, and I was solemnly ordered to adhere to Crofter.
“I sincerely hope not,” said Crofter, in a tone which quite softened me to him.
But, as Crofter only smiled, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room.
Crofter must square this part of the business up with his enemy.
My anxiety was not at all allayed by a casual encounter with Crofter in the evening.
“If you chose to be civil and back me up, it would be different,” said Crofter.