The poke from that pike was quite enough to last me for a bit." He turned and trotted off after his men, while Ralph joined his, to hear them grumbling and muttering together, he being the burden of their complaint.
Nick Garth and Ram Jennings seemed to be the most bitter against him, the latter commencing boldly at once.
"Oh, Master Ralph," he cried, "if your father had been here, we should ha' paid them Edens for hanging back as they did." "They did not hang back," cried Ralph angrily; "they fought very bravely." "What!" cried Nick.

"Well, I do like that.

But I don't care.

Dessay I shall be a dead 'un 'fore I gets to the Castle, and then we shall see what Sir Morton will say." "Well, you will not hear, Nick," said Ralph quietly.
"No: I shan't hear, Master Ralph, 'cause I shall be a dead 'un, I suppose.

But I'm thinking about my poor old mother.