Dick was struck dumb . `` I slew him fair . I ran me in upon his bow , '' he cried . `` It was a coward blow , '' returned Matcham . `` Y ' are but a lout and bully , Master Dick ; ye but abuse advantages ; let there come a stronger , we will see you truckle at his boot ! Ye care not for vengeance , neither -- for your father 's death that goes unpaid , and his poor ghost that clamoureth for justice . But if there come but a poor creature in your hands that lacketh skill and strength , and would befriend you , down she shall go ! '' Dick was too furious to observe that `` she . '' `` Marry ! '' he cried , `` and here is news ! Of any two the one will still be stronger . The better man throweth the worse , and the worse is well served . Ye deserve a belting , Master Matcham , for your ill-guidance and unthankfulness to meward ; and what ye deserve ye shall have . '' And Dick , who , even in his angriest temper , still preserved the appearance of composure , began to unbuckle his belt . `` Here shall be your supper , '' he said , grimly . Matcham had stopped his tears ; he was as white as a sheet , but he looked Dick steadily in the face , and never moved . Dick took a step , swinging the belt . Then he paused , embarrassed by the large eyes and the thin , weary face of his companion . His courage began to subside . `` Say ye were in the wrong , then , '' he said , lamely .
`` Nay , '' said XXXXX , `` I was in the right .
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