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keep us waiting another time, mayhap."--and John Canty put out his hand
to seize the boy.
Miles Hendon stepped in the way and said--
"Not too fast, friend. Thou art needlessly rough, methinks. What is the
lad to thee?"
"If it be any business of thine to make and meddle in others' affairs, he
is my son."
"'Tis a lie!" cried the little King, hotly.
"Boldly said, and I believe thee, whether thy small headpiece be sound or
cracked, my boy. But whether this scurvy ruffian be thy father or no,
tis all one, he shall not have thee to beat thee and abuse, according to
his threat, so thou prefer to bide with me."
'
"
I do, I do--I know him not, I loathe him, and will die before I will go
with him."
"Then 'tis settled, and there is nought more to say."
"
We will see, as to that!" exclaimed John Canty, striding past Hendon to
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