And moind, youngster, thee'd best keep a quiet
tongue in thy head as to whaat thou'st seen here."
"I haven't seen anything," Ned said; "but of course if you wish it
I will say nothing about it."
"It were best for ee, for if thou go'st aboot saying thou'st seen
men with guns and clubs up here on the moor, it ull be the worsest
day's work ee've ever done."
"I will say nothing about it," Ned replied, "but please come on at
once, for I am afraid the boy is in terrible pain."
Four of the men accompanied Ned back to the rock.
"Hullo, Bill! what's happened ee?" his brother asked.
"Oi've had a fight and hurted myself, and broke my leg; but it wa'nt
that chap's fault; it were a vair voight, and a right good 'un he
be. Doan't do nowt to him."
"Well, that's roight enough then," the man said, "and you two young
'uns can go whoam. Marsden lies over that way; thou wilt see it
below ye when ye gets to yon rock over there; and moind what I told
ee."
"I will," Ned said earnestly; "but do let me come up to see how he
is getting on, I shall be so anxious to know."
The man hesitated, but the lad said, "Let um coom, John, he bee a
roight good un."
"Well, if thou would'st like it, Bill, he shall coom."
"If thou coom oop to Varley and ask vor Bill Swinton, anyone will
show ee the place."
"Goodby," Ned said to the boy, "I am so sorry you have got hurt.
I will come and see you as soon as I can.
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