I don't think he's very brave, is he ?" "Don't know," said Ralph thoughtfully.

"But it's quite time something was done." "And it was so funny, Ralph," continued the girl; "he actually said to me that he didn't care a bit for his mother, for she has the worst temper of any one he knows, and is always scolding when he goes to see her; but he won't have any one interfere with her, and he'll kill that captain for stealing the meal-bag as sure as he's alive." "Well, it shows he's a good son," said Ralph quietly.

"But you see that it is not safe for you to go out." "Yes," said Minnie with a sigh; "but it seems very silly.

The other day one was obliged to stop in because of the Edens; now it's because of those men." "I suppose it's as bad for the Edens as it is for us," replied Ralph, who became now very thoughtful; and when, soon afterwards, Minnie looked up to see why he did not speak, she found that his head was resting against the stone, beside a crenelle, and that he was fast asleep.
"Poor boy!" she said softly, "he is weak yet, and soon worn-out.

It was very brave of him to fight as he did--with Mark Eden, I mean--against the men who attacked them, and for both to be wounded.