The Squire's voice had risen to a sudden scream--he sputtered as he pointed at Mr.Raymond.
"There he is, naybours! Get behind the varmint, somebody, and stop his earth! Calls hisself a minister of God! Calls it _his_ church!" Mr.Raymond took his hands off the men's shoulders, and walked straight up to him.

"Not _my_ church," he said, aloud and distinctly.

"God's church!" He stretched out an arm.

Taffy, running up, supposed it stretched out to strike.

"Father!" But Mr.Raymond's palm was open as he lifted it over the Squire's head.