’Thereisabigyoungfellowuponthisfarm，’CarverDoonemutteredsulkily，’withwhomIhaveanaccounttosettle，ifeverIcomeacrosshim。Hehathacursedspitetous，becauseweshothisfather。Hewasgoingtobringthelumpersuponus，onlyhewasafeared，lastwinter。AndhehathbeeninLondonlately，forsometraitorousjob，Idoubt。’
’Oh，youmeanthatfool，JohnRidd，’answeredtheyoungsquire；’averysimpleclod-hopper。NotreacheryinhimIwarrant；hehathnottheheadforit。Allhecaresaboutiswrestling。Asstrongasabull，andwithnomorebrains。’
’Abulletforthatbull，’saidCarver；andIcouldseethegrinonhisscornfulface；’abulletforballasttohisbrain，thefirsttimeIcomeacrosshim。’
’Nonsense，captain!Iwon’thavehimshot，forheismyoldschool-fellow，andhathaveryprettysister。Buthiscousinisofadifferentmould，andtentimesasdangerous。’
’Weshallsee，lads，weshallsee，’grumbledthegreatblack-beardedman。’Illbodesforthefoolthatwouldhinderme。Butcome，letusonward。Nolingering，ortheviperwillbeinthebushfromus。Bodyandsoul，ifhegiveustheslip，bothofyoushallanswerit。’