"Pick up those pieces of rope." "Who's going to take them back to the mine ?" said the leader, in an ill-used tone.

"What's Dan Rugg going to say?
Noo rope too." "Tell him I cut it," said Mark imperiously.

"You take it back." The man picked up the pieces, and Tom quietly took up the creel from where it lay, half hidden by a tuft of fern fronds, to begin moving off with the trout.

But Mark let him get a few steps away before following with a rush and a kick which sent the man on his face.

Then, as he struggled up, angry and threatening, the lad snatched the creel from his hands.
"The Edens are not thieves," he said fiercely--"only when they want a few young ravens," he added, turning with a mocking laugh to Ralph; and once more the two lads stood gazing in each other's eyes for a few moments, the rustling made by the departing men and the murmur of their voices rising from below.
Then, imitating Ralph's action of the last time they met, he pointed down to the river, and said, with a mocking laugh: "It's my turn now.