Your people were always a set of cut-throats, murderers, robbers, and thieves." "It's a lie," cried Ralph hotly.

"My people were always gentlemen.

It was your people who always insulted ours, as you are insulting me now, and did a few minutes ago, when you passed me going quietly on my way." "That's enough," said Mark sharply.

"Out of the way, beast," and he drew his sword and struck the cob sharply on the flank, sending it trotting onward at the risk of breaking its knees.
"This is your doing," said Ralph quietly, as he threw down his rod, and passed the strap of his creel over his head, to swing it after.
"Bah! don't talk," cried Mark hotly.

"This place will do.