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"Fighting?" cried the boy excitedly. "Yes, what can it mean?" "Mean, Master Mark? I can tell you. It's the Darleys come at last to take our place. Oh, why didn't I kill young Ralph that night when I followed him home through the wood?" "You did what?" "Followed him. I wasn't sure he'd been trying to kill you, or I would." "Come along, and don't talk," whispered Mark excitedly. "Ah!
"Well, it's about the Pells and the Darleys," explained Miles, the color still surging in his cheeks. "In union there is strength, you know, and haven't you guessed it yet?" "No, indeed, we haven't and just you tell us right out what it is without any more fooling," and Rex made a playful dab at his friend with the big sponge. "All right, here goes then," and Miles drew in his breath.
Dan Rugg had yelled back that it was the Darleys who played coward and hung back; and the next moment, with a shout of rage, the two little parties were at one another, getting rid of their rage and disappointment upon those they looked upon as the real enemies of their race.
Perhaps it opens somewhere. I often think we must come out somewhere on the other side." "That would be queer," said Mark thoughtfully; "but I don't think my father would be pleased. Seem like making a way for the Darleys to come in and attack us." Dummy stopped short, and turned to stare open-mouthed at his young chief. "What a head you've got, Master Mark," he said. "I never thought of that."
This done, he rose, gave his feet a stamp, glanced up at the face of the cliff, to see one of the parent ravens fly off, uttering an angry croak; and then he began to bear off to the right, so as to ascend the low part of the cliff, reaching the top quite five hundred yards away, and turning at once to continue his ascent by walking along the edge, which rose steeply, till it reached the point above the raven's nest, and then sloped down into a hollow, to rise once more into the wooded eminence which was crowned by Cliff Castle, the Darleys' home.
"But I suppose it comes natural, though, to our families." "I have always thought so," replied Ralph. "I say, I'm glad you're not a coward, though. They say that all the Darleys have been cowards." "Yes; and all the Edens too." "It's a lie an abominable lie," cried Mark hotly. "Do you mean to say I'm a coward?" "How could I, after the way you helped me to fight those ruffians this evening?
This done, he would make a scheme for seizing the Black Tor, putting Sir Edward Eden and his mercenaries to the sword, but sparing the men who were miners, so that they might go on working for the Darleys. By this means he would end the feud, secure peace, and make his father a rich and happy man, having proved himself a thoroughly good and chivalrous son.
There was another version of the story, as Ralph well knew, and it was precisely the same, saving for the following exception: that in the beginning it was a Darley who did the deadly wrong to an Eden. But one thing was certain the two families had carried on their petty warfare in the most determined way. Edens had fallen by the sword; so had Darleys.
Father would be only too glad to shake hands and be friends, if the Darleys were only nice, instead of being such savage beasts." He went on, forcing his way among the bushes, and clambering over the great blocks of stone which strewed the sides of the river, and then stopped suddenly, as he sent up a moor-hen, which flew across the river, dribbling its long thin toes in the water as it went.
"They've a deal better place than we," said Mark to himself, as he strode on, in full defiance of the possibility of being seen, though it was hardly likely, a great patch of mighty beech-trees, mingled with firs, lying between the top of the big cliff and the Darleys' dwelling.
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