"He thinks it is being a bit of a coward to tell tales; but he knows it is right to tell, don't you, Dick ?" "No," said the latter sternly.
"You do, now," said Tom.

"Come, I say, let's know who it was.

Here, shall I call father ?" "No, no," cried Dick excitedly, "and I won't say a word.

I cannot.

It is impossible." "You are a strange lad, Dick Winthorpe," said the engineer, looking at them curiously.
"Oh, but he will speak, Mr Marston! I can get him to," cried Tom.
"Come, Dick, say who it was." Dick stared at him wildly, for there was something so horrible to him in this boy trying now to make him state what would result in his father's imprisonment and death, that Tom seemed for the moment in his eyes quite an unnatural young monster at whose presence he was ready to shudder.
"How can you be so obstinate!" cried Tom.