with the other struck him
across the face.
Grayson dropped her arm, and as he did so she drew herself to her full
height and looked him straight in the eyes.
"You may go now," she said, her voice like ice. "I shall never speak of
this to anyone--provided you never attempt to repeat it."
The man made no reply. The blow in the face had cooled his ardor
temporarily, but had it not also served another purpose?--to crystallize
it into a firm and inexorable resolve.
When he had departed Barbara turned and entered the house.
CHAPTER XII. BILLY TO THE RESCUE
IT WAS nearly ten o'clock the following morning when Barbara, sitting
upon the veranda of the ranchhouse, saw her father approaching from the
direction of the office. His face wore a troubled expression which the
girl could not but note.
"What's the matter, Papa?" she asked, as he sank into a chair at her
"Your self-sacrifice of last evening was all to no avail," he replied.
"Bridge has been captured by Villistas."
"What?" cried the girl. "You can't mean it--how did you learn?"
"Grayson just had a phone message from Cuivaca," he explained. "They
only repaired the line yesterday since Pesita's men cut it last month.
This was our first message. And do you know, Barbara, I can't help
feeling sorry. I had hoped that he would get away."
"So had I," said the girl.
Her father was eyeing her closely to note the effect of his announcement
upon her; but he could see no greater concern reflected than that which
he himself felt for a fellow-man and an American who was doomed to death
at the hands of an alien race, far from his own land and his own people.
"Can nothing be done?" she asked.
"Absolutely," he replied with finality. "I have talked it over with
Grayson and he assures me that an attempt at intervention upon our part
might tend to antagonize Villa, in which case we are all as good as
lost. He is none too fond of us as it is, and Grayson believes, and
not without reason, that he would welcome the slightest pretext for
withdrawing the protection of his favor. Instantly he did that we should
become the prey of every marauding band that infests the mountains. Not
only would Pesita swoop down upon us, but those companies of freebooters
which acknowledge nominal loyalty to Villa would be about our ears in no
time. No, dear, we may do nothing. The young man has made his bed, and
now I am afraid that he will have to lie in it
De Montfort's bold challenge was to them but little short of sacrilege.Page 11
"Mon Dieu, Sir Jules," she cried, "hast thou gone mad?" "No, My Lady," he answered, "but I had not thought to do the work which now lies before me.Page 19
Once, as they lay in hiding in a dense wood beside a little open glade across which the road wound, the boy saw two knights enter the glade from either side.Page 25
The old man showed less interest than he felt, but to the boy, notwithstanding that the names he heard meant nothing to him, it was like unto a fairy tale to hear of the wondrous doings of earl and baron, bishop and king.Page 34
he rushed out after the four knaves.Page 41
The girl raised her riding whip.Page 47
boon once granted shall be always kept.Page 63
"I will give thee until tomorrow to decide whether thou wilt accept Peter of Colfax as thy husband, or take another position in his household which will bar thee for all time from the society of thy kind.Page 64
Feigning trouble with the buckle of her own girdle, she called upon the old woman to aid her, and as the hag bent her head close to the girl's body to see what was wrong with the girdle clasp, Bertrade reached quickly to her side and snatched the weapon from its sheath.Page 68
Recruited from all ranks of society and from every civilized country of Europe, the great horde of Torn numbered in its ten companies serf and noble; Britain, Saxon, Norman, Dane, German, Italian and French, Scot, Pict and Irish.Page 69
It was midnight ere they sighted the black towers of Colfax silhouetted against the starry sky.Page 89
The fellow made a most vicious return assault upon De Conde, attempting to ride him down in one mad rush, but his thrust passed harmlessly from the tip of the outlaw's sword, and as the officer wheeled back to renew the battle, they settled down to fierce combat, their horses wheeling and turning shoulder to shoulder.Page 103
As they came forth into the courtyard, they descried an old man basking in the sun, upon a bench.Page 105
" Both turned to discover a mail-clad figure standing in the doorway where Norman of Torn had first appeared.Page 108
"I do not know how to tell you what I have come to tell," he said sadly.Page 121
He who bareth this letter, I truly believe to be the lost Prince Richard.Page 126
So close behind her came the little band of outlaws that scarce had the guests arisen in consternation from the table at the shrill cries of the girl than Norman of Torn burst through the great door with twenty drawn swords at his back.Page 127
" "Who be ye, that thus rudely breaks in upon the peace of my castle, and makes bold to insult my guests?" demanded Roger de Leybourn.Page 134
"A dozen courts have already passed sentence upon him, it only remains to catch him, Leicester," said the King.Page 136
And, then, as she turned away from.