He was a quiet, well-disposed young man enough, and was at all times the very last to quarrel, but when once aroused he was well able to take his own part.
“Are you going to leave go?” cried Peace, after a series of ineffectual struggles.
“Not unless you promise to behave better.”
“I wont promise—I’ll die first.”
“Very well, then; I shall keep you prisoner till a constable comes—that’s all.”
“A constable?”
“Yes, a policeman. Will you promise?”
“What?”
“To conduct yourself like a sane person.”
“I wont promise anything. I hate and despise you for a sneak as you are.”