"Fool-fellow, I am hasting to your foes; as fast as foot can carry me, go I thither." "I care not, Dick," replied the lad.

"If y' are bound to die, Dick, I'll die too.

I would liever go with you to prison than to go free without you." "Well," returned the other, "I may stand no longer prating.

Follow me, if ye must; but if ye play me false, it shall but little advance you, mark ye that.

Shalt have a quarrel in thine inwards, boy." So saying, Dick took once more to his heels, keeping in the margin of the thicket and looking briskly about him as he went.