

I do, I do--I know him not, I loathe him, and will die before I will go
with him.

Then tis settled, and there is nought more to say.

We will see, as to that! exclaimed John Canty, striding past Hendon to
get at the boy; by force shall he--

If thou do but touch him, thou animated offal, I will spit thee like a
goose! said Hendon, barring the way and laying his hand upon his sword
hilt.