He stopped, as a last test; and they all
stopped.
'Why do you attend upon me in this way?' he asked the whole body.
'Are you a pack of thieves?'
'Don't answer him,' said one of the number; he did not see which.
'Better be quiet.'
'Better be quiet?' repeated Neville. 'Who said so?'
Nobody replied.
'It's good advice, whichever of you skulkers gave it,' he went on
angrily. 'I will not submit to be penned in between four men
there, and four men there. I wish to pass, and I mean to pass,
those four in front.'
They were all standing still; himself included.
'If eight men, or four men, or two men, set upon one,' he
proceeded, growing more enraged, 'the one has no chance but to set
his mark upon some of them. And, by the Lord, I'll do it, if I am
interrupted any farther!'
Shouldering his heavy stick, and quickening his pace, he shot on to
pass the four ahead. The largest and strongest man of the number
changed swiftly to the side on which he came up, and dexterously
closed with him and went down with him; but not before the heavy
stick had descended smartly.
'Let him be!' said this man in a suppressed voice, as they
struggled together on the grass. 'Fair play! His is the build of
a girl to mine, and he's got a weight strapped to his back besides.
Let him alone. I'll manage him.'
After a little rolling about, in a close scuffle which caused the
faces of both to be besmeared with blood, the man took his knee
from Neville's chest, and rose, saying: 'There! Now take him arm-
in-arm, any two of you!'
It was immediately done.
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