ONE:"Ha, ha, ha," laughed Richard, "the knave is wisely valiant! He has an especial care of his own neck. Risethou art pardoned.""Three year or so. I started up town. But we've spoken enough about me. Let's hear about you, and the farm. How's Richard?"
FORE:Reuben drew back with a shiver. He limped behind the little procession towards Odiam, slouching for the first time in his life. In spite of his conquests he and Boarzell still were quits, still had to prove which was the better man. George, lying there muddy, white, and crumpled, was a sign that the Moor had its victories, in spite of the spreading corn.
FORE:"Well, Alice," he said huskily.
