We could not go and take the place with a set of ruffians like those outside, and helped by such a man as yonder bully.

You couldn't do it, father.

Say no." "Hah! More insults," cried Purlrose, who had caught a word here and there.

"But no; lie still, good sword: he is a beardless boy, and the son of the brave comrade I always honoured, whate'er my faults." Ralph turned upon him angrily; but his father laid a hand upon the boy's shoulder, and pressed it hard.
"Right, Ralph, lad," he said warmly, and he looked proudly in the boy's eyes.

"I could not do it in that way." "Hah!" ejaculated the lad, with a sigh of content.
"No, Purlrose," continued Sir Morton.