is stay here and use it. Will you men stand by us?" he addressed the
Chinaman and the two Mexicans, who assured him that they had no love for
Pesita and would fight for Anthony Harding in preference to going over
to the enemy.
"Good!" exclaimed Bridge, "and now for upstairs. They'll be howling
around here in about five minutes, and we want to give them a reception
they won't forget."
He led the way to the second floor, where the five took up positions
near the front windows. A short distance from the ranchhouse they could
see the enemy, consisting of a detachment of some twenty of Pesita's
troopers riding at a brisk trot in their direction.
"Pesita's with them," announced Bridge, presently. "He's the little
fellow on the sorrel. Wait until they are close up, then give them a few
rounds; but go easy on the ammunition--we haven't any too much."
Pesita, expecting no resistance, rode boldly into the ranchyard. At the
bunkhouse and the office his little force halted while three or four
troopers dismounted and entered the buildings in search of victims.
Disappointed there they moved toward the ranchhouse.
"Lie low!" Bridge cautioned his companions. "Don't let them see you, and
wait till I give the word before you fire."
On came the horsemen at a slow walk. Bridge waited until they were
within a few yards of the house, then he cried: "Now! Let 'em have it!"
A rattle of rifle fire broke from the upper windows into the ranks of
the Pesitistas. Three troopers reeled and slipped from their saddles.
Two horses dropped in their tracks. Cursing and yelling, the balance of
the horsemen wheeled and galloped away in the direction of the office
building, followed by the fire of the defenders.
"That wasn't so bad," cried Bridge. "I'll venture a guess that Mr.
Pesita is some surprised--and sore. There they go behind the office.
They'll stay there a few minutes talking it over and getting up their
courage to try it again. Next time they'll come from another direction.
You two," he continued, turning to the Mexicans, "take positions on
the east and south sides of the house. Sing can remain here with Mr.
Harding. I'll take the north side facing the office. Shoot at the first
man who shows his head. If we can hold them off until dark we may be
able to get away. Whatever happens don't let one of them get close
enough to fire the house. That's what they'll try for."
It was fifteen minutes before the second attack came. Five dismounted
troopers made a dash
Whatever else of mischief De Vac might be up to, Brus was quite sure that in so far as the King was concerned, the key to the postern gate was as safe in De Vac's hands as though Henry himself had it.Page 8
" "Fetch me the bundle, hag," replied De Vac, "and you shall have gold against a final settlement; more even than we bargained for if all goes well and thou holdest thy vile tongue.Page 14
Scarcely had he done so ere a party of armored knights and men-at-arms clanked out upon the planks above him from the mouth of the dark alley.Page 17
When he spoke, he accompanied his words with many shrugs.Page 25
" The old man grumbled, and it was with poor grace that he took them in to feed and house them over night.Page 38
"It is enough that I tell you, my son," the old fellow was wont to say, "that for your own good as well as mine, you must not show your face to your enemies until I so direct.Page 46
"It shall be as you say, Sir Knight," she replied.Page 50
Were it not better for an Archbishop of His Church to walk.Page 51
He spoke to Father Claude in a surly tone, asking him if he knew aught of the whereabouts of Norman of Torn.Page 55
"If I am to meet with this wild ruffian, it were better that.Page 59
In either event, his purpose would be accomplished, and Bertrade de Montfort would no longer lure Norman of Torn from the path he had laid out for him.Page 64
"What's wrong within, Coll," cried the Baron.Page 77
"What I think, I say.Page 96
" "Do not worry about me," laughed the Devil of Torn.Page 111
For hours the girl lay sobbing upon the bench, whilst within her raged the mighty battle of the heart against the head.Page 112
When the body of Joan de Tany rode forth from her father's castle to the church at Colchester, and again as it was brought back to its final resting place in the castle's crypt, a thousand strange and silent knights, black draped, upon horses trapped in black, rode slowly behind the bier.Page 117
HENRY, REX.Page 118
This report seemed to please the little, grim, gray old man more than aught he had heard in several days; for it made it apparent that the priest had not as yet divulged the tenor of his conjecture to the Outlaw of Torn.Page 123
He had caused his car to be placed there, with the tents and luggage of many of his leaders, under a small guard, so that the banners there displayed, together with the car, led the King of the Romans to believe that the Earl himself lay there, for Simon de Montfort had but a month or so before suffered an injury to his hip when his horse fell with him, and the royalists were not aware that he had recovered sufficiently to again mount a horse.Page 147
" "Forgiveness!" said a man's voice behind them.