I've waited for you, Sir Everard Kingsland! I swore revenge, and revenge I'll have! I'll kill you this night, if they hang me for it to-morrow!" He held his victim in a grip of iron, from which he struggled madly to get free, while the horse, with a shrill neigh of terror, started off riderless.
"I swore I'd kill you, Sir Everard Kingsland," Dick Darkly growled, "when you put my poor brother in Worrel Jail for snaring the miserable rabbits to keep his sick wife and children from starving.

I swore it, and I'll keep my oath.

You told your gamekeeper this very day you would lash me like a dog, and duck me after.

Aha, Sir Everard! Where's the horse-whip and the horse-pond now ?" "Here!" shouted the young baronet; and with a mighty effort he freed his arms, and raising the whip, slashed Dick Darkly for the second time across the face.

"You murdering villain, you shall swing for this!" With a blind roar of pain and rage, the murderer closed with his victim.