of sadness and finality in her
voice; but her eyes met his squarely and bravely.
Instantly, the sword of the young Prince leaped from its scabbard, and
facing De Montfort and the others, he backed to the side of Norman of
"That she loves him be enough for me to know, my gentlemen," he said.
"Who takes the man Bertrade de Montfort loves must take Philip of France
Norman of Torn laid his left hand upon the other's shoulder.
"No, thou must not do this thing, my friend," he said. "It be my fight
and I will fight it alone. Go, I beg of thee, and take her with thee,
out of harm's way."
As they argued, Simon de Montfort and the King had spoken together, and,
at a word from the former, the soldiers rushed suddenly to the attack
again. It was a cowardly strategem, for they knew that the two could
not fight with the girl between them and their adversaries. And thus,
by weight of numbers, they took Bertrade de Montfort and the Prince away
from Norman of Torn without a blow being struck, and then the little,
grim, gray, old man stepped forward.
"There be but one sword in all England, nay in all the world that can,
alone, take Norman of Torn," he said, addressing the King, "and that
sword be mine. Keep thy cattle back, out of my way." And, without
waiting for a reply, the grim, gray man sprang in to engage him whom for
twenty years he had called son.
Norman of Torn came out of his corner to meet his new-found enemy, and
there, in the apartment of the Queen of England in the castle of Battel,
was fought such a duel as no man there had ever seen before, nor is it
credible that its like was ever fought before or since.
The world's two greatest swordsmen: teacher and pupil--the one with the
strength of a young bull, the other with the cunning of an old gray fox,
and both with a lifetime of training behind them, and the lust of blood
and hate before them--thrust and parried and cut until those that gazed
awestricken upon the marvellous swordplay scarcely breathed in the
tensity of their wonder.
Back and forth about the room they moved, while those who had come to
kill pressed back to make room for the contestants. Now was the young
man forcing his older foeman more and more upon the defensive. Slowly,
but as sure as death, he was winning ever nearer and nearer to victory.
The old man saw it
" And I held her tightly while I called Nobs and bade him lie down at her back.Page 13
" Bradley scratched his head.Page 15
Then, steering a zigzag course, she fled from us as though we had been the bubonic plague.Page 20
Finally I found that I must get a little rest, and so I looked about for some one to relieve me.Page 25
It did not take me long to liberate myself, and then I was at her side.Page 29
It showed that our course was north by west--that is, one point west of north, which was, for our assumed position, about right.Page 38
"That's it," I exclaimed, "--that's just the taste exactly, though I haven't experienced it since boyhood; but how can water from a flowing stream, taste thus, and what the dickens makes it so warm? It must be at least 70 or 80 Fahrenheit, possibly higher.Page 42
It charged us as savagely as a mad bull, and one would have thought it intended to destroy and devour the mighty U-boat, as I verily believe it did intend.Page 45
Though chopped and hacked, and with a bullethole between its eyes, it still persisted madly in its attempt to get inside the tower and devour Olson, though its body was many times the diameter of the hatch; nor did it cease its efforts until after Olson had succeeded in decapitating it.Page 48
It was the first stream we had found since leaving the river, and I at once made preparations to test its water.Page 49
We are safe now in the matter of food and water; we could provision the U-33 for a long cruise; but we are practically out of fuel, and without fuel we cannot hope to reach the ocean, as only a submarine can pass through the barrier cliffs.Page 68
Cautioning Nobs to silence, and he had learned many lessons in the value of obedience since we had entered Caspak, I slunk forward, taking advantage of whatever cover I could find, until from behind a bush I could distinctly see the creatures assembled by the fire.Page 69
It was Lys, and she was alive and so far as I could see, unharmed.Page 70
Some day will we be Galus; but now we are not.Page 71
I hated to do it, but there seemed no other way, and so I shot him down as I had shot down Tsa.Page 73
I showed them the thermos-bottle, and when I poured a little water from it, they were delighted, thinking that it was a spring which I carried about with me--a never-failing source of water supply.Page 80
We will go together.Page 82
For another three days I searched north and south, east and west for the hatchetmen of Caspak; but never a trace of them did I find.Page 84
And maybe it was Lys! My heart stood still at the thought, but mind and muscle responded to the quick decision I was forced to make.Page 85
He was heavier than I by many pounds, and so weighted by the burden he carried that I easily overtook him; and at last he turned, snarling, to face me.