He is the son of my old companion-in-arms, and I cannot draw upon a boy." Ralph laughed aloud again, and the captain scowled, and rolled his eyes fiercely; but he did not startle the lad in the least, and after a long, fierce stare, the man turned to Sir Morton.
"Don't be hard upon an old brother-soldier, Morton Darley," he said.
"No, I will not," said Sir Morton quietly.

"You and your men can refresh yourselves in the hall, and when you start on your way, I will give you a pound or two to help you." "Oh, as if I were a common wayside beggar.

Comrade, this is too hard.
Can you not see that my beard is getting grizzled and grey ?" "Yes; but I do not see what that has to do with it." "Think again, old comrade.

Twelve brave and true men have I with me.
Take us as your gentlemen and men at arms to protect you and yours against those who are unfriendly.

You must have enemies." Sir Morton started and glanced at his son, for these words touched a spring in his breast.