And I'd fight, too, if I thought any one was trying to seize me." "I'm sorry if I had to hurt you," said Amos Garwood in a milder tone.
"But I allow no one to come near me.

I have too many enemies -- -so many who are jealous of me that I can trust no one." "He isn't really dangerous, poor fellow," whispered Prescott to his companions.
"No, though he has a habit of blowing up suddenly," muttered Reade.
"He did the same thing once before, you'll remember, at the old water-works cottage." "Are we going to try to catch the fellow this time ?" Darrin whispered.
"Yes," nodded Dick.

"We ought to, both for his father's sake and his own." "What do you say, then, if we all three rush him ?" pressed Darrin.
"It would be mean," Dick retorted in an undertone.

"The poor fellow might be tempted to use his injured hand.

And you can see how it's burned.