We fell together, and he has broken his leg.

He told me if I came over in this direction I should find some one to help him." "Broaken Bill's leg, did'st say, ye young varmint ?" one of the men exclaimed.

"Oi've a good moinde to wring yer neck." "I am very sorry," Ned said; "but I did not mean it.

I and another boy were walking back to Marsden from fishing, and he wouldn't let us pass; it was too far to go back again, so of course we had to try, and then there was a fight, but it was quite an accident his breaking his leg." "Did'st see nowt afore ye had the voight ?" one of the other men inquired.
"No," Ned replied; "we saw no one from the time we left the stream till we met the boy who would not let us pass, and I only caught sight of you walking this way from the top of the rock." "If 'twere a vair voight, John, the boy bain't to be blamed, though oi be main grieved about thy brother Bill; but we'd best go back for him, voor on us.

And moind, youngster, thee'd best keep a quiet tongue in thy head as to whaat thou'st seen here." "I haven't seen anything," Ned said; "but of course if you wish it I will say nothing about it." "It were best for ee, for if thou go'st aboot saying thou'st seen men with guns and clubs up here on the moor, it ull be the worsest day's work ee've ever done." "I will say nothing about it," Ned replied, "but please come on at once, for I am afraid the boy is in terrible pain." Four of the men accompanied Ned back to the rock.
"Hullo, Bill! what's happened ee ?" his brother asked.
"Oi've had a fight and hurted myself, and broke my leg; but it wa'nt that chap's fault; it were a vair voight, and a right good 'un he be.
Doan't do nowt to him." "Well, that's roight enough then," the man said, "and you two young 'uns can go whoam.