He was going to bring the lumpers upon us, only he was afeared, last winter.
And he hath been in London lately, for some traitorous job, I doubt.' 'Oh, you mean that fool, John Ridd,' answered the young squire; 'a very simple clod-hopper.

No treachery in him I warrant; he hath not the head for it.

All he cares about is wrestling.

As strong as a bull, and with no more brains.' 'A bullet for that bull,' said Carver; and I could see the grin on his scornful face; 'a bullet for ballast to his brain, the first time I come across him.' 'Nonsense, captain! I won't have him shot, for he is my old school-fellow, and hath a very pretty sister.

But his cousin is of a different mould, and ten times as dangerous.' 'We shall see, lads, we shall see,' grumbled the great black-bearded man.