CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
MASTER RAYBURN BEGINS TO THINK.
Neither of the lads answered, for a feeling of confusion which troubled them.

They felt abashed at being seen in each other's company; but they had to stop, for the old man planted himself right in the middle of the narrow track, where it passed between two blocks of stone, and as soon as the cob reached him, it began to sniff at his breast and creel, and stood still.

"The wolf and the lamb together," said the old man drily, and in the most serious manner; "but which is wolf, and which is lamb ?" Then, without waiting for a reply, he caught sight of something in the dimming light beneath the trees, and said; "What's this?
Surely, my dear lads, you two have not been fighting?
You have--and with swords." Mark's cheeks flushed, and his eyes fell for a moment before the old man's piercing eyes; but he recovered himself directly, before Ralph could speak, and said: "Yes, we've had a desperate fight coming home.

Set upon by about a dozen ruffians, and if it had not been for young Darley here--" "You did as much as I did, or more," cried Ralph.
"Oh, never mind who did most.

We don't know.