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"You, Michael Purlrose, knowing you as I do of old, for a mouthing, cowardly bully, do you think that I am going to be frightened by your swagger? Yes, I tell you that you are no gentleman." "Oh, this is too much," cried the visitor. "It is enough to make me call in my men." "Indeed!" said Sir Morton coolly. "Why call them in to hear me recapitulate your disgrace?
Dessay if we keep on we shall come out to daylight." "Eh?" cried Mark; "then we had better find it and stop it up, for as I said the other day, we don't want any one to find a back way into our mine." "That's what I thought, Master Mark," said Dummy quietly. "Wouldn't do for Purlrose and his men to find it, and come in some day, would it?" "No; that wouldn't do at all, Dummy." "No, sir.
But he was satisfied that Sir Morton would be glad to hear the news about Captain Purlrose and his men, and he began to think that there would be some talk of attacking the gang of thieves in their lurking-place; for, as Master Rayburn had said, they could not be allowed to harbour there.
"Most certainly not, my boy." Purlrose could not catch all this, but he scowled again. "Look here, young cockerel," he cried, "don't you try and set my old officer against me." "No need," said Sir Morton hotly. "Ah, that's because hard times have made me and my poor gallant fellows look a little shabby." "Not that, sir. Your old character stands in your way." "Oh, this is hard this is hard.
Under these circumstances, he hurried away, descended, and found his father superintending the repair of the gate which defended the castle by the bridge. The piping times of peace had caused carelessness, and this gate had been so neglected that Purlrose and his men had had no difficulty in levering it off the pivots, and gaining an entrance.
"No," growled Nick Garth, as, in obedience to the order, the men drew back a couple of yards, to stand, though, with their pikes directed at the narrow opening. "Come out, you rats, and fight fair," roared Dan Rugg; and there was a derisive shout of laughter, which echoed through the chamber, followed by the hoarse voice of Captain Purlrose.
Their natures were in those early days rather like tinder, and in his angry flint and steely way, the old man had struck a spark into each, which lay there latent, waiting to be blown into a hot glow; and who should perform that office but Captain Purlrose himself? It was in this way.
"Tell me what's happened? You didn't see, because you'd fainted when I had you brought in, but we're in trouble too. But I suppose you know. Were you going to help?" "To help?" said Ralph faintly. "No; to ask for help. They took us by surprise. Our men wounded. Just at day-break. We were all asleep. They climbed in." "Who did? Purlrose?" "Yes; and his men.
"Only on the cliff, father," cried the lad hastily. "Visitors." "Visitors? Nonsense! I expect no visitors. Who are they?" "Captain Purlrose and his men." "Purlrose!" cried Sir Morton, with a look of angry disgust. "Here?" "Yes, father," said Ralph, watching keenly the impression made by his words. "Waiting at the foot of the steps." "Bah!
"Well," he said, rather blunderingly now, "knowing what I did of my old officer's state " "`Old officer' is better, Captain Purlrose. Go on, sir." "I said, here am I, a brave soldier, with a handful of stout followers, eager to do good, honest work; why should I not go and offer my sword to Sir Morton Darley? He is sorely pressed." "Wrong," said Sir Morton.
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