D'ye get that ?" Long glowered and remained silent.
"D'ye get that ?" Billy repeated, more imperatively.
A growl of assent came from the blacksmith "All right, then.

See you remember it.

An' now get outa the way or I'll walk over you." Long slunk back, muttering inarticulate threats, and Saxon moved on as in a dream.

Charley Long had taken water.

He had been afraid of this smooth-skinned, blue-eyed boy.