CHAPTER VII.
HOW GARD FOUGHT GALES AND TOM So far the discussion as to the sale of the farm had been confined to the elders.
Young Tom had viewed John Guille's visits to the place with the lowering suspicion of a bull at a stranger's invasion of his field.

He wondered what was going on and surmised that it was nothing to his advantage.
Words had been rare between him and his father since his refusal to lend himself to a loan on the farm, but his suspicion got the better of his obstinacy at last.
"What's John Guille want coming about here so much ?" he demanded bluntly.
"I suppose he can come if he wants to.

He's going to buy the farm." "Going--to--buy--the--farm!...

You--going--to--sell--the--farm--away-- from--me ?" roared young Tom, like the bull wounded to the quick.
"Ouaie, pardi! And why not?
You had the chance of saving it and you wouldn't." "If you do it, I'll--" "Ouaie! You'll--" "I'll--Go'zammin, I'll--I'll--" "Unless you're a fool, mon gars, you'll be careful what you say or do.
It'll all come back from the mines and you'll have your share if you behave yourself." "-- -- you and your mines!" was Tom's valedictory, and he flung away in mortal anger; anger, too, which, from a Sark point of view, was by no means unjustified.

Selling the estate away from the rightful heir was disinheritance, a blow below the belt which most testators reserve until they are safe from reach of bodily harm.
Tom left the house and cut all connection with his family.