"They are a proud, evil race," as father said.

"What did I want to interfere for, and stop the pony?
It was looked upon as an insult, I suppose.

I don't like the Edens, and I never shall." Ralph's adventures for that day were not ended.

A quarter of a mile farther on he heard footsteps in front.

Some one was running, and at a turn of the track a lad came into sight, whom he recognised as Dummy Rugg, one of the mine lads.