The crofter's cattle went down in the disease, and one of them died.
It was heads, and I was solemnly ordered to adhere to Crofter.
But, as Crofter only smiled, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room.
Crofter was not conferring a favour on me; only making a convenience of me.
Crofter and Wales were first outside, looking as white as milk.
Crofter must square this part of the business up with his enemy.
“If you chose to be civil and back me up, it would be different,” said Crofter.
“If Crofter has the least sense of literary taste, he will frame it,” said Pridgin.
My anxiety was not at all allayed by a casual encounter with Crofter in the evening.
But as to caving in to Crofter as the cost of my shelter, they drew the line at that.