For all that wherein you have so excellently served and helped me--not for the form, but from the heart, I thank you.
Fare ye right well." "Well, lad," returned Dick, taking the hand which was offered him, "good speed to you, if speed you may.

But I misdoubt it shrewdly.

Y' are too disputatious." So then they separated for the second time; and presently it was Dick who was running after Matcham.
"Here," he said, "take my cross-bow; shalt not go unarmed." "A cross-bow!" said Matcham.

"Nay, boy, I have neither the strength to bend nor yet the skill to aim with it.

It were no help to me, good boy.
But yet I thank you." The night had now fallen, and under the trees they could no longer read each other's face.
"I will go some little way with you," said Dick.