"Do you know he's only a convict ?" "Yes, I do.

But what's that got to do with it, sir?
As long as he works and does his duty to my father, he's to be properly treated.
You're always bullying him.

I've heard you ever since I've been home." "Here! Where's your father ?" cried Brookes, rising to his feet, and advancing toward the fence with a threatening look, while Leather bent lower.
"Gone on one of his rounds," said Nic, springing over the fence, and facing him.

"I wish he were here." "And so do I," roared Brookes.

"Look here, young gentleman; don't you think because you've come home that you're to lord it over me.