Didn't you, Peter ?" Peter nodded.
"What d'he say to you ?" demanded Tom.
"Didn't say much.

Asked if you were much away at the fishing and that.
But the way he looked at me!--I've got the shivers down my back yet," and a virtuous little shudder shook her and made a visible impression on Peter.
"Peter and me'll maybe have a word with him one of these days, won't we, Peter ?" "Maybe," said Peter.
"We don't want toads like Gard running off with any of our Sark girls, do we, Peter ?" "No," said Peter.
"Mr.Gard had better look out for himself or take himself off before somebody does it for him.

There's plenty wouldn't mind giving him a crack on the head and slipping him over the Coupee some dark night." As to such extreme measures Peter offered no opinion.

He looked vaguely round the big kitchen as though in search of something that used to be there, and said-- "How about supper ?".