"I won't go back, so there!" "I don't want you to; I want you to strike for your master; but you are lame.

There: up with you.

Master Rayburn will make you better able to walk when we get to the Tor." "What, me ride on your pony ?" said the man, staring.
"Yes: up, and don't lose time." The man refused again and again, till Mark cried fiercely: "You said you'd follow me, and I'm in command.

Up this minute, sir;" and the man climbed into the saddle.
It was in this fashion that Mark Eden led the Darley men up the zigzag, and into the inner court of the Black Tor, where his father's followers welcomed them with a hearty cheer, for, enemies they might be, but those assembled felt that they were stricken sore..