It is private." The words spoken by the small mouth in the small voice had a kind of childish ferocity.
The travellers turned their back on him and continued their way.
"Sich a curmudgeon!" Dickson commented.

His face had flushed, for he was susceptible to rudeness.

"Did you notice?
That man's a foreigner." "He's a brute," said Heritage.

"But I'm not going to be done in by that class of lad.

There can be no gates on the sea side, so we'll work round that way, for I won't sleep till I've seen the place." Presently the trees grew thinner, and the road plunged through thickets of hazel till it came to a sudden stop in a field.