"What is it now ?" "Is Master Mark going to die ?" "Yes, when he grows to be an old man.

Not now.

Go away." "Yes, I'll go away," muttered Dummy, as he slunk out, and away through the gate.

"But I want to know who it was.

I know it was one of them Darleys, and I'm going to see; and if it was, I'll kill him." As he spoke, the lad stood for a few moments thinking of what he had better do, and ended by dashing down the steep zigzag path leading to the bottom of the rock, when he made his way through the gap, and began to run at a dog-trot in the direction taken by Ralph a quarter of an hour before.
Ralph, on parting from Mark and Master Rayburn, walked away quite briskly till he was well out of sight, and then he stopped short to lean against a tree and rest for a while, for he felt deadly sick.