gentleman of France.
There was something familiar in the great bulk of Red Shandy; where had
she seen that mighty frame before? And now she looked closely at the
figure of Roger de Conde. Yes, somewhere else had she seen these two men
together; but where and when?
And then the strangeness of another incident came to her mind. Roger de
Conde spoke no English, and yet she had plainly heard English words upon
this man's lips as he addressed the red giant.
Norman of Torn had recovered his helmet from one of his men who had
picked it up at the crossroads, and now he rode in silence with lowered
visor, as was his custom.
There was something sinister now in his appearance, and as the moonlight
touched the hard, cruel faces of the grim and silent men who rode behind
him, a little shudder crept over the frame of Joan de Tany.
Shortly before daylight they reached the castle of Richard de Tany, and
a great shout went up from the watch as Norman of Torn cried:
"Open! Open for My Lady Joan."
Together they rode into the courtyard, where all was bustle and
excitement. A dozen voices asked a dozen questions only to cry out still
others without waiting for replies.
Richard de Tany with his family and Mary de Stutevill were still fully
clothed, having not lain down during the whole night. They fairly fell
upon Joan and Roger de Conde in their joyous welcome and relief.
"Come, come," said the Baron, "let us go within. You must be fair
famished for good food and drink."
"I will ride, My Lord," replied Norman of Torn. "I have a little matter
of business with my friend, the Earl of Buckingham. Business which I
fear will not wait."
Joan de Tany looked on in silence. Nor did she urge him to remain, as he
raised her hand to his lips in farewell. So Norman of Torn rode out of
the courtyard; and as his men fell in behind him under the first rays of
the drawing day, the daughter of De Tany watched them through the gate,
and a great light broke upon her, for what she saw was the same as she
had seen a few days since when she had turned in her saddle to watch
the retreating forms of the cut-throats of Torn as they rode on after
halting her father's party.
Some hours later, fifty men followed Norman of Torn on foot through the
ravine below the castle where John de Fulm, Earl of Buckingham, had his
headquarters; while nearly a
We'll be leaving tomorrow, so there won't be much entertaining we can do.Page 17
As it was, Theriere, who had started to leave a second before the others, caught a fleeting glimpse of a face that quickly had been withdrawn from the cabin skylight as though its owner were fearful of detection.Page 21
The poor souls may have been drifting about here in the center of the Pacific without food or water for goodness knows how many weeks, and now just think how they must be lifting their voices in thanks to God for his infinite mercy in guiding us to them.Page 42
I had thought it might be feasible to lead him into attempting to take the ship by force, and return you to San Francisco, or, better still possibly, to the nearest civilized port.Page 52
" "That we will if this wind rises much more," replied Ward; "and's far as I can see there ain't no more chance to make a landing there than there would be on the side of a house.Page 54
Whether or no she returned his love her place was beside him now, to give what encouragement and physical aid lay in her power.Page 58
They were ashore now, where they didn't think that they needed him further and the process of elimination had commenced.Page 61
They were cruel, crafty, resourceful wild men trapped in the habiliments of a dead past, and armed with the keen weapons of their forbears.Page 63
Cautiously he moved to a sleeper nearby whom he shook gently until he had awakened him.Page 88
She saw a samurai leap past her champion's guard in an attempt to close upon him with a dagger, and when she had rushed forward to thwart the fellow's design she had seen Byrne swing his mighty left to the warrior's face with a blow that might well have felled an ox.Page 89
Again Theriere fired point-blank into the crowded room, and this time two men fell, struck by the same bullet.Page 106
He wanted to be more like the men that the woman he loved knew best.Page 116
it might be the 'Clarinda,' or Halfmoon.Page 154
" Bridge.Page 162
I'd a-hated your fine talk, an' your poetry, an' the thing about you that makes you hate to touch a guy for a hand-out.Page 165
Sergeant Flannagan saw Byrne's companion turn and look back just as Flannagan stepped from the doorway to cross the street after them.Page 189
Billy knew, therefore, that Rozales was lying.Page 229
How's the door o' this thing fastened?" The speaker was quite close to the window now, his face but a few inches from Bridge's.Page 269
But the time was not yet--first he must get Barbara to a place of safety.Page 276
Billy sat erect in the saddle, guiding the horse with his left hand and working his revolver methodically with his right.