"So it was you, then?"
"Yes, Dick."
"But—he didn't even mark you?"
"He lost his temper, Dick."
"You thrashed—Carnaby! Gad, Bev, there isn't a milling cove in
England could have done it."
"Yes—there are two—Natty Bell, and Glorious John."
"And I'll warrant he deserved it, Bev."
"I think so," said Barnabas; "it was in the wood, Dick."
"The wood? Ah! do you mean where you—"
"Where I found her lying unconscious."