David flushed, and pushed past him with some inarticulate answer.

When he found himself in the open air he was half angry, half shaken with emotion.

And afterwards a curious instinct, the sullen instinct of the wild creature shrinking from a possible captor, made him keep himself as much as possible out of Mr.
Dyson's way.

At the prayer-meetings and addresses, which followed each other during the next fortnight in quick succession, David was almost always present; but he stood at the back, and as soon as the general function was over he fled.

The preacher's strong will was piqued.