One man fell; others slunk away, snarling.
III
The whole thing was over.
Buzzing August prevailed again.
"Are you hurt?" sobbed Kit.
"No, sir, I'm bravely, thank you. Properly shook up, though." The old man was heaving like the sea. "They'd no knives nor nothin, only one on em, and Boy Hoad stuck him as he passed. They hurt emselves more'n me. I bluv I'm a better man above the waist nor ever I were. All the juice like goes to my arms now I've no legs—that's how I reck'n it be."
"We must get in before they come again. Quick!"
"Ah, they won't come again, sir. Easy satisfied, the Gap Gang. Got no guts because they got no God…. Ah, here's Mr. Joy!"
The Parson was coming across the greensward, high and mighty as a turkey-cock.
The Gentleman was standing among the sycamores, laughing.