The Squire was not disappointed in his anticipation that Mr.Bosaw would attack his denomination with some fury.

In fact, the old preacher outdid himself in his violent indignation at "these people that follow Campbell-ah, that thinks-ah that obejience-ah will save 'em-ah and that belongs-ah to temp'rince societies-ah and Sunday-schools-ah, and them air things-ah, that's not ortherized in the Bible-ah, but comes of the devil-ah, and takes folks as belongs to 'em to hell-ah." As they came out the door Ralph rallied enough to remark: "He did attack your people, Squire." "Oh, yes," said the Squire.

"Didn't you see the Sarpent inspirin' him ?" But the long, long hours were ended and Ralph got on the clay-bank mare and rode up alongside the stile whence Miss Martha mounted.

And as he went away with a heavy heart, he overheard Pete Jones call out to somebody: "We'll tend to his case & Christmas." Christmas was two days off.
And Miss Martha remarked with much trepidation that poor Pearson would have to leave.

She'd always been afraid that would be the end of it.