I would choose death sooner.

Therefore, sir, let us fight like men for this same bag of gold; for I will defend it with every drop of my blood!" And in spite of the peril of so doing, Tom sprang to his feet and stood facing his antagonist with the air of a man whose blood is up, and who will prove no mean adversary.
"Come now, I like that spirit," said the other.

"In these days of dandies and ruffled courtiers, stuffed with fine-sounding words but puling cowards at heart, it refreshes the spirit to meet a youngster of your sort.

Tell me your name, young master, and let us talk this matter over together.

I have ever sought to mingle mercy and discretion with the need for making a livelihood out of my fellowmen." Tom was surprised into a short laugh at this unexpected address.
"I am Tom Tufton of Gablehurst," he began, but was quickly interrupted.
"What! the son of the good Squire of Gablehurst! Lad, is this the truth ?" "Ay, verily," answered Tom, somewhat taken aback.