"A precious poor consolation, since here we are."
"Yes."
Here they were interrupted by their captors.
"Move on!"
The voice was Hunston's, and that sufficed for young Jack to show signs of opposition.
Vain obstacle.
The ruffians were only glad of the slightest pretext for further brutality.
"We are quite comfortable where we are," said young Jack.
"Insolent brat!" said Hunston contemptuously. "You shall be birched well for that."
The colour mounted to the boy's face in spite of himself.