So the game went on, now Dickon leading "by a hole," as they say, and now myself, and great wagers were laid on us.
Now, at the hole that is set high above the Eden, whence you see far over the country, and the river-mouth, and the shipping, it chanced that my ball lay between Dickon's and the hole, so that he could in no manner win past it.
"You laid me that stimy of set purpose," cried Dickon, throwing down his club in a rage; "and this is the third time you have done it in this game." "It is clean against common luck," quoth one of his party, "and the game and the money laid on it should be ours." "By the blessed bones of the Apostle," I said, "no luck is more common.
To-day to me, to-morrow to thee! Lay it of purpose, I could not if I would." "You lie!" he shouted in a rage, and gripped to his whinger.
It was ever my father's counsel that I must take the lie from none.
Therefore, as his steel was out, and I carried none, I made no more ado, and the word of shame had scarce left his lips when I felled him with the iron club that we use in sand.
"He is dead!" cried they of his party, while the lads of my own looked askance on me, and had manifestly no mind to be partakers in my deed.
Now, Melville came of a great house, and, partly in fear of their feud, partly like one amazed and without any counsel, I ran and leaped into a boat that chanced to lie convenient on the sand, and pulled out into the Eden.

Thence I saw them raise up Melville, and bear him towards the town, his friends lifting their hands against me, with threats and malisons.

His legs trailed and his head wagged like the legs and the head of a dead man, and I was without hope in the world.
At first it was my thought to row up the river-mouth, land, and make across the marshes and fields to our house at Pitcullo.

But I bethought me that my father was an austere man, whom I had vexed beyond bearing with my late wicked follies, into which, since the death of my mother, I had fallen.

And now I was bringing him no college prize, but a blood- feud, which he was like to find an ill heritage enough, even without an evil and thankless son.