"Wild moorland, open to anybody; and as to the birds, are all the crows yours too ?" Ralph did not condescend to reply, but lay there looking down at the young representative of his father's rival.
"I wish you good day, Master Owner of the land, and lord of the birds of the air," said Mark mockingly.

"If you had asked me civilly, I might perhaps have given you a young raven.

As it is, I shall not." "What are you going to do ?" said Ralph sharply.

"Wait and see," was the mocking reply.

"Shan't I heave this stone down on his head, Master Ralph ?" said Nick in a low tone; but the words came plainly to Mark's ear, and sent a cold chill of horror thrilling through his nerves; but he felt better the next moment, and then anger took the place of dread, for Ralph said sharply, "Put the stone down, sirrah! You know I want to take the wolf's cub alive." "Wolf's cub!" said Mark to himself.