The young man struggled violently.
"I don't like you, Pritchard," he shrieked.

"I don't want to go with you.

I want to stay with Elizabeth.

I am not really afraid of her.

She'd like to kill me, I know, but she's too clever--oh, she's too clever! I'd like to stay with her." Pritchard led him away.
"We'll see about it later on," he said.