"We retreated at last, when they got too many for us, but we charged six of 'em .-- Didn't we, Darley ?" "Yes; and upset four, and the other two ran," said Ralph modestly.

"But we only had to fight two at a time, and of course that made it even." "Very," said the old man drily; and his eyes sparkled in the gloom at the frank way in which the two deadly enemies were relating their adventures.
"Then some more came down from up above," continued Mark, "and two more got up again, and the odds seemed to be too great, and we retreated." "And very wisely too," said Master Rayburn.

"But let me look at your hurt, Mark, lad .-- Tut-tut! soaked with blood .-- Wound in the thigh." "Ah! Don't touch it," shouted the lad.

"You hurt." "This must be seen to, my dear boy.

I'll come home with you and dress it." "Yes do, please.