hoity-toity! john best, what's the matter here?
well, well! what is it? we'll make you used to our ways, or adopt english ones.
pooh! pooh! best, you are joking.
you -- you! hang you for a meddling brat, your hand is in everybody's pie. what business had you to come brawling and quarreling here, with a gentleman who has fifteen hundred a-year?
pooh, sir. kill you -- flog you, you mean! i'll send for nick the huntsman to do it.
he's hit here, in the neck.
the young fellow has begun well. you had better ride off, young sir, before the police are up. they had wind of the business before we left kilwangan.
quite dead.
and now, in heaven's name, get the youngster out of the way.