But this is not to the purpose.

Charles Hawker departed, carrying this, before the others were stirring, and held his way through the forest-road towards his mother's station.
This same two days' business was the best stroke of work that the Devil did in that part of the country for many years.

With his usual sagacity he had busied himself in drawing the threads of mischief so parallel, that it seemed they must end in one and only one lamentable issue; namely, that Charles Hawker and his father should meet pistol in hand, as deadly enemies.

But at this last period of the game, our good honest Major completely check-mated him, by sending Charles Hawker home to his mother.

In this terrible pass, after this unexpected move of the Major's; he (the Devil, no other) began casting about for a scoundrel, by whose assistance he might turn the Major's flank.