Then I glanced at Sir Francis and saw him gnawing at his moustache.
"Lookye here, sir," said Ike sturdily.

"Is it likely as we two would take the fruit?
Why, we're always amongst it, and think no more of it than if it was so much stones and dirt.

We ain't thieves." "Look here," said Sir Francis, suddenly taking a tack in another direction, "you own that you beat my son--my stepson," he added correctively, "in that way ?" "Yes, Sir Francis," I said, "I didn't know who he was in the dark." "You couldn't see him ?" "Only just, Sir Francis; and I hit him as hard as I could." "And you, my man, do you own that you struck my other stepson as hard as you could in the chest ?" "No!" cried Ike fiercely; and to the surprise of all he threw off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeve, displaying a great red-brown mass of bone and muscle, and a mighty fist.

"Lookye here, your worship.

See there.