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"I can't understand it at all, why they should have stayed," returned Rex. He did not speak very cheerfully. The Darleys were to leave the very next week. It was impossible but that Rex should realize vividly to what they were returning. He did not tell Roy so, but he wished they had not come. There was only one wheel of the omnibus to finish when Miles came hurrying toward them.
"Very well," said Mark. "I gave you the chance. You were caught by our men stealing on our land, and you ought to have begged. The Darleys always were beggars and thieves; but you will not. I gave you the opportunity."
"Yes, I'll go away," muttered Dummy, as he slunk out, and away through the gate. "But I want to know who it was. I know it was one of them Darleys, and I'm going to see; and if it was, I'll kill him."
The cowards will not come out. Here, Ralph Darley." There was a few moments' whispering, resulting in orders being given to the men, two of the Edens, and two of the Darleys standing aside, ready for some action. "Now for another charge," whispered Mark. "Take as long a hold of your pikes as you can, and when I give the order, let your points be all together like one. Ready? Forward!"
"The Darleys," whispered Dummy, as they peered together round the inner corner of the gateway dividing the two courts. "In with it, boys!" roared a hoarse voice; and they dimly made out a heavy figure standing in the shelter of the wall. "Captain Purlrose and his gang," whispered back Mark huskily. "I wonder how many men my father has in there."
It was known, too, at the Cliff Castle and the Black Tor that he was treating both, but the Edens never mentioned the Darleys, nor the Darleys the Edens, the amateur surgeon saying nothing at either place; and the wounds got better day by day. "I wish I could heal the old sore as easily," the old man said to himself; "but that wants a bigger doctor than I."
The smouldering fires of years of hatred had been blown up by a few gusty words of bitter reproach. Nick Garth had in his pain and disappointment shouted out that if the party had been all Darleys the adventure would have succeeded.
"That's bad news," thought the lad. "I wonder what father will say. It will be horrible. They will be so strong there, that one doesn't know what will happen, only that we shall have to fight. Well, then," he cried hotly, "we'll fight. Let them come. The Darleys have never been beaten yet."
Look here, Master Mark; I've been having it over with the lads, and we all think the same. The Darleys are about as bad a lot as ever stepped, and they've done us a lot o' wrong, and deserved all we could give 'em, but they aren't deserved this, and we are going to forgive 'em a bit.
"What, sir!" snapped the old man; "compare me to a raven?" "You compared me and my father, and the Darleys, all to ravens, sir." "Humph! Yes, so I did," muttered the old fisherman. "I didn't mean to be rude. But you reminded me: I saw one of them fly over just before I met you, sir. Do you know where they are nesting this year?"
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