The Oskaloosa Kid looked uncomfortable. "So should--" he commenced, and
then suddenly subsided. "Of course I'd just as soon," he said. "You two
stay here--I'll be back in a minute."
They watched him as he walked down to the road and until he disappeared
over the crest of the hill a short distance from the Squibbs' house.
"I like him," said the girl, turning toward Bridge.
"So do I," replied the man.
"There must be some good in him," she continued, "even if he is such
a desperate character; but I know he's not The Oskaloosa Kid. Do you
really suppose he robbed a house last night and then tried to kill that
Bridge shook his head. "I don't know," he said; "but I am inclined to
believe that he is more imaginative than criminal. He certainly shot up
the Dopey person; but I doubt if he ever robbed a house."
While they waited, The Oskaloosa Kid trudged along the muddy road to the
nearest farm house, which lay a full mile beyond the Squibbs' home.
As he approached the door a lank, sallow man confronted him with a
"Good morning," greeted The Oskaloosa Kid.
The man grunted.
"I want to get something to eat," explained the youth.
If the boy had hurled a dynamite bomb at him the result could have
been no more surprising. The lank, sallow man went up into the air,
figuratively. He went up a mile or more, and on the way down he reached
his hand inside the kitchen door and brought it forth enveloping the
barrel of a shot gun.
"Durn ye!" he cried. "I'll lam ye! Get offen here. I knows ye. Yer one
o' that gang o' bums that come here last night, an' now you got the gall
to come back beggin' for food, eh? I'll lam ye!" and he raised the gun
to his shoulder.
The Oskaloosa Kid quailed but he held his ground. "I wasn't here last
night," he cried, "and I'm not begging for food--I want to buy some.
I've got plenty of money," in proof of which assertion he dug into a
side pocket and brought forth a large roll of bills. The man lowered his
"Wy didn't ye say so in the first place then?" he growled. "How'd I know
you wanted to buy it, eh? Where'd ye come from anyhow, this early in
the mornin'? What's yer name, eh? What's yer business, that's what Jeb
Case'd like to know, eh?" He snapped his words out with the rapidity of
a machine gun, nor waited for a reply to
He listened intently to the conversation, which was in French.Page 25
"We wouldst not harm thee--come, we but ask the way to the castle of De Stutevill.Page 28
" Beauchamp and Greystoke laughed aloud at the discomfiture of Paul of Merely, but the latter's face hardened in anger, and without further words he strode forward with outstretched hand to tear open the boy's leathern jerkin, but met with the gleaming point of a sword and a quick sharp, "En garde!" from the boy.Page 36
" "What means this, my son?" said the old man as Norman of Torn dismounted within the ballium.Page 40
On this policy of his toward the serfs and freedmen, Norman of Torn and the grim, old man whom he called father had never agreed.Page 44
" "I was but now bound, under escort of five of my father's knights, to visit Mary, daughter of John de Stutevill of Derby.Page 61
"Within there, Coll! Hast the damsel awakened from her swoon?" "Yes, Sir Peter," replied the old woman, "I was but just urging her to arise and clothe herself, saying that you awaited her below.Page 72
And you will be safer under the protection of the hated Devil of Torn than with your own mighty father, or your royal uncle.Page 74
"Norman of Torn dares ride where he will in all England," boasted the red giant.Page 76
" CHAPTER XI Several days after Norman of Torn's visit to the castle of Leicester, a young knight appeared before the Earl's gates demanding admittance to have speech with Simon de Montfort.Page 81
He would have followed her to France but for the fact that, after he had parted from her and the intoxication of her immediate presence had left his brain clear to think rationally, he had realized the futility of his hopes, and he had seen that the pressing of his suit could mean only suffering and mortification for the woman he loved.Page 86
" "I rather think it be for news of another that we owe this visit from Roger de Conde," said Mary, smiling.Page 95
Do you understand?" He nodded.Page 106
Norman of Torn waited to ask no questions, but spurring into the thick of it laid right and left of him with the flat of his sword, and his men, catching the contagion of it, swarmed after him until the whole pack of attacking ruffians were driven into the Thames.Page 108
Only the little grim, gray, old man knew that he had gone, or why, or whither.Page 123
The left wing of the royalist army, under the King of the Romans and his gallant son, was not so fortunate, for they met a determined resistance at the hands of Henry de Montfort.Page 129
follow every detail of the fascinating drama that was being enacted before them.Page 130
a few words of instructions, to one of his men.Page 132
Though the name Norman of Torn be fraught with terror to others, I know that you do not fear him, for you must know the loyalty and friendship which he bears you.Page 140
"Hold fast thy foul tongue.