"Uncle, did he leave those animals to starve ?" "Didn't you notice," said Mr.Wood, grimly, "that there wasn't a wisp of hay inside that shanty, and that where the poor beasts were tied up the wood was knawed and bitten by them in their torture for food?
Wouldn't he have sent me that note, instead of leaving it here on the table, if he'd wanted me to know?
The note isn't dated, but I judge he's been gone five or six days.

He has had a spite against me ever since I lent him that hundred dollars.

I don't know why, for I've stood up for him when others would have run him out of the place.

He intended me to come here and find every animal lying dead.
"He even had a rope around the pig's neck.

Harry, my boy, let us go and look after them again.