"What will my father say?"
"If you are fool enough to let him know about it, I don't care what he says."
"How can I help it? The blood is running down my legs now. My skin is all cut up."
"Wash off the blood, and don't let any body see your legs."
"I could kill Old Batterbones," added Richard, grating his teeth.
"We'll pay him off."
"I'll have my revenge, if I die for it."
"I'm with you there, Dick."
It was midnight when the Greyhound reached the pier at Woodville.