“Oh yes: so we did.”
“The villains! And they wounded you both like this.”
Mark glanced at Ralph, and Ralph glanced at him.
“No,” said Ralph quietly; “they did not wound us.”
“Then how came these injuries?” said the old man anxiously.
“Oh, never mind,” cried Mark pettishly; “it doesn’t matter. We got ’em—somehow.”
“How was it, Ralph Darley?” said the old man sternly.
“He overtook me, and we quarrelled, and fought,” said the lad quietly.
“Ah!”
“And just in the middle of it we found that these men had surrounded us.”