Not likely to get fighting, either.
I see young Ralph Darley's at home.

Fine chance for you," said the old man, with a sarcastic ring in his voice, as he slipped his trout into the basket.
"Is he ?" cried the lad excitedly.
"Oh yes; he's up at the Cliff.

Now then, why don't you fill your pockets with big stones to throw at him, or cut a big club?
Oh, I see, though.

You've mounted a skewer.

Pull it out, and try if the point's sharp.