"If they keep on chasing us, by Gawd, they'd better watch out.

Can't stand TOO much." The friend twisted his head and made a calm reply.

"If they keep on a-chasin' us they'll drive us all inteh th' river." The youth cried out savagely at this statement.

He crouched behind a little tree, with his eyes burning hatefully and his teeth set in a curlike snarl.

The awkward bandage was still about his head, and upon it, over his wound, there was a spot of dry blood.