The doctor will save his life." This from the son of the man whom he believed to have shot his father! and the rage Dick felt against the one seemed to be ready to fall upon the other.

But as his eyes met those of his old school-fellow and companion full of sorrowful sympathy, Dick could only grasp Tom's hands, feeling that he was a true friend, and in no wise answerable for his father's sins.
"Ay, that's right," said a low, rough voice.

"Nowt like sticking together and helping each other in trouble.

Bud don't you fret, Mester Dick.

Squire's a fine stark man, and the missus has happed him up waarm, and you see the doctor will set him right." "Thank you, Hicky," said Dick, calming down; and then he stood thinking and asking himself how he could denounce the father of his old friend and companion as the man who, for some hidden reason of his own, was the plotter and executor of all these outrages.
At one moment he felt that he could not do this.