The squire felt nervous, and the sensation was new to him.

He did not believe that Goddard would really attack him at all, certainly not that he would dare to attack him in broad daylight.

But the knowledge of the threat the fellow had uttered made him watchful.

He glanced to the right and left as he walked and gripped his heavy blackthorn stick firmly in his hand.

He wished that if the man were to appear he would come quickly--it might be hard to hold Stamboul back if he were attacked unawares.
He reached the gate, crossed the road and rang the bell of the cottage.
As he stood waiting, Stamboul smelled the ground, put up his head, smelled it again and with his nose down trotted slowly to the window on the left hand of the door.