Chapter 50

And there by the farm, in a little fenced field, what should I see grazing under a dark pine wood but the white bull that Kester saved from the baiting? I stopped and looked at it a bit. There it was, not dead nor maimed, its nice white coat in good case, and looking as contented as if it was just come to heaven, and all because of Kester. He’d kept his promise and paid the money, and then given the bull back to Callard for his children. “If you ever come to think bull-baiting’s bad, I’d lief you told ’em so,” he s…