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Updated: June 4, 2025
This business has killed it, and I'm jolly glad." "Mark, boy," said his father just then, and it seemed to the lad that his father must have been thinking and feeling in a similar way, "I daresay you think my conduct strange, after all the teachings of the past, but nature is sometimes stronger than education, and after what has taken place we must, as English gentlemen, forget all old enmity, and behave toward the Darleys as as as "
Then taking a step or two toward Mark, and still holding the sword by the blade, he presented the hilt to his enemy. "Take your sword, sir," he said haughtily. "The Darleys are gentlemen, not cowards, to take advantage of one who is down. That is the nearest way back to Black Tor," he continued, pointing.
You leave your lads down at the bottom, and come up with Dummy to fetch the arms; and mind this: I want to show up well before the Darleys. You'll pick fine trusty lads who can fight?" "You leave that to me, Master Mark," said the old miner. "I'm proud of our family as you are. They shan't have eight fellows as can equal us, 'cepting me and that stoopid boy."
"I wonder," he said thoughtfully, "whether the Darleys think we are beasts too?" "Ah, there he goes," said Mark, beneath his breath, as he stood motionless, and watched a large raven flapping along, high overhead, in the direction he was taking. "Perhaps that's the cock bird. Looks big. The nest may be where old Master Rayburn says, or up this way, and the bird's going for food."
"You stop here," said Mark sharply, for he felt that this must be an advance toward friendship on the part of the Darleys that on hearing of the attack Sir Morton had sent his son as an ambassador, to offer to join Sir Edward Eden in an expedition to crush their mutual foe. "Stop here, Master Mark, and let you go into danger," cried Dummy. "I won't!" "Stop here, sir! How dare you!" cried Mark.
"Well, be ready with the candles, and I'll come in half-an-hour, as soon as I've seen how the men are." "Oh, they're all right, and gone to sleep. They don't mind. But you ought to have let us beat the Darleys, as we didn't beat the robbers." "You go and get the candles," said Mark sourly. "Like to have torches too, master?" said the lad, with a cunning grin.
Once upon a time there was only the Darleys to mind. Now these people this Captain Purlrose and his men seem to belong to the land, and father will not fight them. Oh, if I only were master, what I would do! There, canter, and let's get home. I want to think."
"The beginning of it er the er commencement of it er the family feud. Well er it was something in the way of oppression, as I have told you before. A great injury inflicted by the Edens upon the Darleys. But it will not do your arm any good to be fidgeting about that. I want it to heal. That can be healed; but our family feud never can." "Why not, father?" "Why not?
"But s'pose the Darleys fight you, Master Mark?" "They will not, Dummy," cried Mark. "Let go." And pressing the cob's sides, the little animal bounded over the narrow bridge, and would have galloped in a break-neck fashion down the steep zigzag but for the strong hand at the rein.
He'd say that I behaved badly, and I don't want to be told, for though I wouldn't own it, I know it better than any one could tell me. Hang the Darleys! I wish there wasn't one on the face of the earth."
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