“And when I wouldn’t take ’em he said if I didn’t he’d say it was me; and that’s the whole truth, and nothing else.”
“Lindon, what have you to say to this?” cried Uncle Josiah.
Don thought of the guinea he had picked up, of his uncle’s curious look when he gave it to him, and as he turned red and white with terror and dismay, mingled with confusion, he tried to speak, but try how he would, no words would come.
Chapter Four.
Mike Bannock has a Ride.
“You wretch!”
Those two words were a long time coming, but when they did escape from Lindon’s lips, they made up in emphasis and force for their brevity.
“Steady, Master Don, steady,” said Jem, throwing his arms round the boy’s waist, and holding him back. “You arn’t strong enough to fight him.”