But Trent did not answer him.
"Trent, you needn't have been so beastly rough.

My arm is black and blue and I am sore all over." But Trent remained silent.

Monty crept a little nearer.

He was beginning to feel a very injured person.
"Trent," he said, "I'm sorry we've had words.

Perhaps I said more than I ought to have done.