"That's for Master Rayburn at the cottage.
Here, one of you fellows, take that to him, and say I sent it.

I dare say he'll give you a coin for your trouble." Ram Jennings made an awkward shoot forward, and seized the egg.
"Don't break it, clumsy," cried Mark; and then with a quick motion, he threw his cap on the grass, took a step or two back toward the edge of the cliff, and, quick as lightning, drew his sword.
"There," he cried, with a scornful look at Ralph; "seven of you to one.
Come on." A low growl from the men greeted this display, but Ralph did not stir, and Mark stood for a moment or two _en garde_.

Then with a bitter laugh he continued: "I suppose I must surrender.

You don't draw.

Take my sword.