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I seed him preaching to that 'ere Crawy, three or four times when he ought to have hauled him up. He consorts with them poachers, sir, uncommon. I hope he ben't one himself, that's all. 'Nonsense, Harry! 'Oh? Eh? Don't say old Harry don't know nothing, that's all. I've fixed his flint, anyhow. 'Ah! Smith! shouted the squire out of his study window, with a cheerful and appropriate oath.
That should be a noble mixture; there should be stalwart offspring, spiritual as well as physical, born of that intermarriage of the old and the new. We will hope it: perhaps some of my readers, who enter into my inner meaning, may also pray for it. Whom have I to account for besides? Crawy though some of my readers may consider the mention of him superfluous.
I doubt they haven't found the right fly yet for publicans and sinners to rise at. A distant shot in the cover. 'There they are, sir. I thought that Crawy wouldn't lead me false when I let him off. 'Well, fight away, then, and win. I have promised Miss Lavington not to lift a hand in the business. 'Then you're a lucky man, sir.
'Tregarva, said Lancelot, as they were landing the next trout, 'where will that Crawy go, when he dies? 'God knows, sir, said Tregarva. Lancelot went thoughtful home, and sat down not to answer Luke's letter for he knew no answer but Tregarva's, and that, alas! he could not give, for he did not believe it, but only longed to believe it. So he turned off the subject by a question
If I don't do what I knows to be right and good already, there ain't no use in me a damning myself all the deeper by going to church to hear more. 'God help you! quoth poor Paul. 'Now, I say, quoth Crawy, with the air of a man who took the whole thing as a matter of course, no more to be repined at than the rain and wind 'what be you a going to do with me this time?
And the story got wind, and all the chaps round called him Crawy ever afterwards, and the poor fellow got quite reckless from that day, and never looked any one in the face again; and being ashamed of himself, you see, sir, was never ashamed of anything else and there he is. That dog's his only friend, and gets a livelihood for them both. It's growing old now; and when it dies, he'll starve.
True, Lancelot; but to quote you against yourself, Bacon, or rather the instinct which taught Bacon, teaches you to discern the invisible common law under the deceitful phenomena of sense. 'I must have those night-lines, Crawy, quoth Tregarva, at length. 'Then I must starve. You might ever so well take away the dog. They're the life of me. 'They're the death of you.
I wonder if any one had made Crawy a present of ten acres of them when he came of age, and commanded him to till that or be hanged, whether he would not have found it a profitable investment?
But bygones are bygones, and there he is, and the moors, thanks to the rights of property in this case the rights of the dog in the manger belong to poor old Lavington that is, the game and timber on them; and neither Crawy nor any one else can touch them. What can I do for him? Convert him? to what? For the next life, even Tregarva's talisman seems to fail.
If the devil don't have he, I don't see no use in keeping no devil. But I minds them as has mercy on me, though my name is Crawy. Ay, he added, bitterly, ''tain't so many kind turns as I gets in this life, that I can afford to forget e'er a one. And he sneaked off, with the deaf dog at his heels. 'How did that fellow get his name, Tregarva? 'Oh, most of them have nicknames round here.