What a murrain do ye keep me here for ? Give me the windac . Saint George ! shall they all die ? '' `` Richard Shelton , '' said Matcham , looking him squarely in the face , `` would ye , then , join party with Sir Daniel ? Have ye not ears ? Heard ye not this Ellis , what he said ? or have ye no heart for your own kindly blood and the father that men slew ? ` Harry Shelton , ' he said ; and Sir Harry Shelton was your father , as the sun shines in heaven . '' `` What would ye ? '' Dick cried again . `` Would ye have me credit thieves ? '' `` Nay , I have heard it before now , '' returned Matcham . `` The fame goeth currently , it was Sir Daniel slew him . He slew him under oath ; in his own house he shed the innocent blood . Heaven wearies for the avenging o n't ; and you -- the man 's son -- ye go about to comfort and defend the murderer ! '' `` Jack , '' cried the lad `` I know not . It may be ; what know I ? But , see here : This man hath bred me up and fostered me , and his men I have hunted with and played among ; and to leave them in the hour of peril -- O , man , if I did that , I were stark dead to honour ! Nay , Jack , ye would not ask it ; ye would not wish me to be base . ''
`` But your father , XXXXX ? ''
Daniel Dick George Jack Matcham Shelton goeth slew wearies windac