of fence drew the King into the position he wanted him, and with the
suddenness of lightning, a little twist of his foil sent Henry's weapon
clanging across the floor of the armory.
For an instant, the King stood as tense and white as though the hand of
death had reached out and touched his heart with its icy fingers.
The episode meant more to him than being bested in play by the best
swordsman in England--for that surely was no disgrace--to Henry it
seemed prophetic of the outcome of a future struggle when he should
stand face to face with the real De Montfort; and then, seeing in De
Vac only the creature of his imagination with which he had vested the
likeness of his powerful brother-in-law, Henry did what he should like
to have done to the real Leicester. Drawing off his gauntlet he advanced
close to De Vac.
"Dog!" he hissed, and struck the master of fence a stinging blow across
the face, and spat upon him. Then he turned on his heel and strode from
De Vac had grown old in the service of the kings of England, but he
hated all things English and all Englishmen. The dead King John, though
hated by all others, he had loved, but with the dead King's bones De
Vac's loyalty to the house he served had been buried in the Cathedral of
During the years he had served as master of fence at the English Court,
the sons of royalty had learned to thrust and parry and cut as only
De Vac could teach the art, and he had been as conscientious in the
discharge of his duties as he had been in his unswerving hatred and
contempt for his pupils.
And now the English King had put upon him such an insult as might only
be wiped out by blood.
As the blow fell, the wiry Frenchman clicked his heels together, and
throwing down his foil, he stood erect and rigid as a marble statue
before his master. White and livid was his tense drawn face, but he
spoke no word.
He might have struck the King, but then there would have been left to
him no alternative save death by his own hand; for a king may not fight
with a lesser mortal, and he who strikes a king may not live--the king's
honor must be satisfied.
Had a French king struck him, De Vac would have struck back, and gloried
in the fate which permitted him to die for the honor of France; but an
English King--pooh! a dog;
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Once again he crossed the lawn, taking advantage of the several trees and shrubs which dotted it, scaled the low stone wall at the side and was in the concealing shadows of the unlighted side street which bounds the Prim estate upon the south.Page 4
Some reclined at length upon old straw; others squatted, Turk fashion.Page 9
" A half hour later all were stretched out upon the hard dirt floor upon improvised beds of rotted hay; but not all slept.Page 10
The young fellow was, unquestionably, a thief; but that he had ever before consorted with thieves his speech and manners belied.Page 15
' Reginald Paynter had been, if not the only, at all events the best dressed man in town.Page 24
The Oskaloosa Kid cast a wide eyed glance of terror at Bridge.Page 25
"Let's have a look at it, whatever it is.Page 31
The girl on the bed turned toward Bridge.Page 33
"Suppose it went out of another window upon this porch.Page 49
Bridge laughed.Page 52
There was the chance, however, that the boy had really taken the first step upon the road toward a criminal career, and if such were the case Bridge felt morally obligated to protect his new found friend from arrest, secure in the reflection that his own precept and example would do more to lead him back into the path of rectitude than would any police magistrate or penal institute.Page 60
All too suggestive in itself was the shape of the hole the girl was digging; there was no need of the silent proof of its purpose which lay beside her to tell the watchers that she worked alone in the midst of the forest solitude upon a human grave.Page 62
Like es not she's been murdered too, though they do say as she had a hand in it, bein' seen with Paynter an' The Oskaloosie Kid jest afore the murder.Page 67
He go back by nights an' steal.Page 69
If she's with them she's being held by force.Page 78
" "An' wot?" queried The Sky Pilot.Page 81
Giova answered him from a small tree.Page 85
bowed head ascended the steps, guided and assisted by the detective.Page 86
talked a few minutes two men came out of the bank.