Matcham began to sob.
"What cheer!" cried d**k. "Now the saints behold us! would ye snivel for a word?"
"Ye hurt me," sobbed Matcham. "Ye hurt me when ye threw me down. Y'are a coward to abuse your strength."
"Nay, that is fool's talk," said d**k, roughly. "Y' had no title to my windac, Master John. I would 'a' done right to have well basted you. If ye go with me, ye must obey me; and so, come."
Matcham had half a thought to stay behind; but, seeing that d**k continued to scour full-tilt towards the eminence and not so much as looked across his shoulder, he soon thought better of that, and began to run in turn. But the ground was very difficult and steep; d**k had already a long start, and had, at any rate, the lighter heels, and he had long since come to the summit, crawled forward th
