We'll read a great deal, and then you won't have time to think about knocking Ralph Darley's brains out--if he has any.

You haven't much, or you wouldn't help to keep up this feud." "Oh, please don't say any more about that, Master Rayburn." "Not a word, boy.

Must go on--a beautiful worm morning." The old man turned his back again.
"Don't be late," he cried; and he waded onward, stooping, and looking more humped and comical than ever, as he bent forward to throw his bait into likely places, while Mark Eden went onward down-stream.
"I like old Master Rayburn," he said to himself; "but I wish he wouldn't be so bitter about the old trouble.

It isn't our fault.

Father would be only too glad to shake hands and be friends, if the Darleys were only nice, instead of being such savage beasts." He went on, forcing his way among the bushes, and clambering over the great blocks of stone which strewed the sides of the river, and then stopped suddenly, as he sent up a moor-hen, which flew across the river, dribbling its long thin toes in the water as it went.
"I wonder," he said thoughtfully, "whether the Darleys think we are beasts too ?".