It makes me wriggle like a worm on a hook; but he's hurt too." "Yes, I see.

Roughly-bandaged, but, tut-tut-tut--why, the sword thrust has gone through.

There is blood on both sides." "But it's only through the skin, I think," said Ralph.
"Only through the skin, my lad! It must be worse than that.

But the other side?
You paid them for this, I hope." "Oh yes, we gave them as much as we could, but we didn't kill any one." "But we saw them carrying one away," said Ralph.
"Oh yes: so we did." "The villains! And they wounded you both like this." Mark glanced at Ralph, and Ralph glanced at him.
"No," said Ralph quietly; "they did not wound us." "Then how came these injuries ?" said the old man anxiously.
"Oh, never mind," cried Mark pettishly; "it doesn't matter.

We got 'em--somehow." "How was it, Ralph Darley ?" said the old man sternly.
"He overtook me, and we quarrelled, and fought," said the lad quietly.
"Ah!" "And just in the middle of it we found that these men had surrounded us." "Yes, yes, yes; don't make such a fuss about it, Master Rayburn," cried Mark hastily.