“But he is ever so much bigger than we are,” Tompkins said doubtfully.
“Well, there are two of us,” Ned said, “and two to one is fair enough when he is as big as the two of us together.”
“We are going on,” he said to the boy, “and if you interfere with us it will be the worse for you.”
The boy descended leisurely from his position on the rocks.
“Oi don't want to hurt ee, but oi've got to do as oi were bid, and if ee doan't go back oi've got to make ee. There be summat a-going on thar,” and he jerked his head behind him, “as it wouldn't be good vor ee to see, and ye bain't a-going vor to see it.”
But Ned and Tompkins were desperate now, and dropping their rods made a rush together against him.
CHAPTER II: THE FIGHT ON THE MOOR
The lad threw himself into a position of defense as the two boys rushed at him.
“Oi doan't want vor to hurt ee,” he said again, “but if ee will have it, why, it won't be moi vault;” and swinging his arm round, he brought it down with such force upon the nose of Tompkins that the latter was knocked down like a ninepin, and, once down, evinced no intention of continuing the conflict.