The sight of the naked steel deeply disgusted him; he uttered a long sentence.
What did Hughs call this--disgracin' of the house at this time in the mornin'?
Where was he brought up?
Call 'imself a soldier, attackin' of old men and women in this way?
He ought to be ashamed! While these words were issuing between the yellow stumps of teeth in that withered mouth, Hughs stood silent, the back of his arm covering his eyes.

Voices and a heavy tread were heard.

Distinguishing in that tread the advancing footsteps of the Law, Creed said: "You attack me if you dare!" Hughs dropped his arm.

His short, dark face had a desperate look, as of a caged rat; his eyes were everywhere at once.
"All right, daddy," he said; "I won't hurt you.

She's drove my head all wrong again.