I would liever go with you to prison than to go free without you . '' `` Well , '' returned the other , `` I may stand no longer prating . Follow me , if ye must ; but if ye play me false , it shall but little advance you , mark ye that . Shalt have a quarrel in thine inwards , boy . '' So saying , Dick took once more to his heels , keeping in the margin of the thicket and looking briskly about him as he went . At a good pace he rattled out of the dell , and came again into the more open quarters of the wood . To the left a little eminence appeared , spotted with golden gorse , and crowned with a black tuft of firs . `` I shall see from there , '' he thought , and struck for it across a heathy clearing . He had gone but a few yards , when Matcham touched him on the arm , and pointed . To the eastward of the summit there was a dip , and , as it were , a valley passing to the other side ; the heath was not yet out ; all the ground was rusty , like an unscoured buckler , and dotted sparingly with yews ; and there , one following another , Dick saw half a score green jerkins mounting the ascent , and marching at their head , conspicuous by his boar-spear , Ellis Duckworth in person . One after another gained the top , showed for a moment against the sky , and then dipped upon the further side , until the last was gone . Dick looked at Matcham with a kindlier eye . `` So y ' are to be true to me , Jack ? '' he asked . `` I thought ye were of the other party . '' Matcham began to sob . `` What cheer ! '' cried Dick . `` Now the saints behold us ! would ye snivel for a word ? ''
`` Ye hurt me , '' sobbed XXXXX .
Dick Jack Matcham buckler firs gorse inwards jerkins left yews