“Yes.”
“I’m sorry, because—because he really didn’t have time to think—and it wasn’t cowardly.”
“No, it wasn’t that.”
“But I ran away.” He had a vague feeling that to prove himself to have gone amiss would be to lessen the enormity of Jack’s conduct.
“You went into the wood to call the men, and were the first back on the beach, my Prince Rosy-locks. You are a first-rate liar; but, as you are a Lyndsay, you are not a coward, and you had better kick yourself well for insulting Dick Lyndsay!
I may not turn, I may not flee,
Though many be the spears;
I should not face with better grace
The army of my fears.
I do not blame Jacky as much as your father does. I understand him, I think.”