I want to have you do your duty and tell all you know.

Father says you ought, as you know who it was." "Have you told your father, then ?" "Yes, I told him to-day, and he said you ought to do your duty and speak." "Your father said that ?" "Yes: and why don't you--like a man." Dick's brow grew all corrugated as if Black Care were sitting upon the roof of his head and squeezing the skin down into wrinkles.
"Come, speak out, and don't be such a miserable coward.

Father says you don't speak because you are afraid that whoever did it may shoot you." Dick's brow grew more puckered than ever.
"Now, then, let you and me go over and see Mr Marston and tell him everything at once." Dick looked at the speaker with a feeling of anger against him for his obstinate perseverance that was almost vicious.
"Now, are you coming ?" "No, I am not." "Then I've done with you," cried Tom angrily.

"Father says that a lad who knows who attacked his parent in that way, and will not speak out, is a coward and a cur, and that's what you are, Dick Winthorpe." "Tom Tallington," cried Dick, with his eyes flashing, "you are a fool." "Say that again," said Tom menacingly.
"You are a fool and an idiot, and not worth speaking to again." _Whack_! That is the nearest way of spelling the back-handed blow which Tom Tallington delivered in his old school-fellow's face, while the straightforward blow which was the result of Dick Winthorpe's fist darting out to the full stretch of his arm sounded like an echo; and the next moment Tom was lying upon the ground.
There was no cowardice in Tom Tallington's nature.

Springing up he made at Dick, and the former friends were directly after engaged in delivering furious blows, whose result must have been rather serious for both; but before they had had time to do much mischief, each of the lads was gripped on the shoulder by a giant hand, and they were forced apart, and held beyond striking distance quivering with rage, and each seeing nothing but the adversary at whom he longed to get.
"Hey, lads, and I thowt you two was such friends!" cried the herald of peace, who had sung truce in so forcible and convincing a way.
"Let go, Hicky! He struck me." "Yes; let me get at him," cried Tom.