"You shall pay for this!" "My father's men ?" cried Ralph angrily, as he ignored the other's preparations for a fresh attack.

"You're mad; can't you see they're those scoundrels who came to us--Captain Purlrose and his men.

Look, there he is--up yonder by that hole." "What do they mean, then ?" cried Mark, dropping the point of his weapon.
"Mischief to us," cried Ralph.
"Or me," said Mark suspiciously.
"To us, I tell you," cried Ralph.--"You won't give in ?" "No; will you ?" "Not if you'll stand by me." "And I will," cried Mark excitedly.
"But you are wounded." "So are you." "I don't feel it now." "No more do I.

Hurrah, then; let them come on!".