CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.
A CURE FOR THE HEADACHE.
Master Rayburn was anxiously expected at the Black Tor, Mark's first act having been to send Dummy Rugg down to his cottage to ask him to come up; and not finding him there, the boy had very bravely followed him to Cliff Castle, in the full belief that he would be there, and on learning that he was, he sent a message in, and then hurried away.
Matters went on in a very similar way at the Tor, even to Sir Edward accidentally finding that something was wrong, and going to the building at the entrance to the mine, where the wounded men were being attended.
But he did not take matters in the same spirit as his inimical neighbour, but attacked his old friend furiously, vowed that he would never forgive him, and threatened his son with the severest punishment, though he did not say what.
Master Rayburn said nothing, but went on dressing the men's wounds, till, regularly worked up into a perfect fury, Sir Edward turned upon him again.

"This ends everything between us, Master Rayburn," he cried.
"I have treated you as a friend, made you welcome at my table, and allowed my son to make you a kind of companion; but now, have the goodness to recollect that we are strangers, and if the gang from out of the cavern yonder attack you, get out of the trouble in the best way you can, for you will have no help from me." "Very well," said Master Rayburn quietly.
"And now, sir, leave my place at once." "Oh no!" said the old man quietly, as Mark looked on, scarlet with annoyance, but feeling that he must suffer for what had happened.
"Oh no!" cried Sir Edward, aghast.

"Have the goodness to explain what you mean." "Certainly," replied the old man.

"I have not finished with this man, and I have another to attend later on." "Leave, sir, at once," cried Sir Edward.
"No," replied the old man quietly.

"You are angry, and are saying that which in calmer moments you will regret.