they discovered Hanson's
"Why here's the trader's pony," remarked Baynes.
"He's probably down visiting with the foreman," said Meriem.
"Pretty late for him, isn't it?" remarked the Hon. Morison. "I'd hate
to have to ride back through that jungle at night to his camp."
As though to give weight to his apprehensions the distant lion roared
again. The Hon. Morison shivered and glanced at the girl to note the
effect of the uncanny sound upon her. She appeared not to have noticed
A moment later the two had mounted and were moving slowly across the
moon-bathed plain. The girl turned her pony's head straight toward the
jungle. It was in the direction of the roaring of the hungry lion.
"Hadn't we better steer clear of that fellow?" suggested the Hon.
Morison. "I guess you didn't hear him."
"Yes, I heard him," laughed Meriem. "Let's ride over and call on him."
The Hon. Morison laughed uneasily. He didn't care to appear at a
disadvantage before this girl, nor did he care, either, to approach a
hungry lion too closely at night. He carried his rifle in his saddle
boot; but moonlight is an uncertain light to shoot by, nor ever had he
faced a lion alone--even by day. The thought gave him a distinct
nausea. The beast ceased his roaring now. They heard him no more and
the Hon. Morison gained courage accordingly. They were riding down
wind toward the jungle. The lion lay in a little swale to their right.
He was old. For two nights he had not fed, for no longer was his
charge as swift or his spring as mighty as in the days of his prime
when he spread terror among the creatures of his wild domain. For two
nights and days he had gone empty, and for long time before that he had
fed only upon carrion. He was old; but he was yet a terrible engine of
At the edge of the forest the Hon. Morison drew rein. He had no desire
to go further. Numa, silent upon his padded feet, crept into the
jungle beyond them. The wind, now, was blowing gently between him and
his intended prey. He had come a long way in search of man, for even
in his youth he had tasted human flesh and while it was poor stuff by
comparison with eland and zebra it was less difficult to kill. In
Numa's estimation man was a slow-witted, slow-footed
"You will be the greatest swordsman in the world when you are twenty, my son," she was wont to say, "and then you shall go out and kill many Englishmen.Page 26
Think you he looks so high as the throne itself?" "Not so," cried the oldest of the knights.Page 27
Dids't ever see so strange a likeness?" "Now that you speak of it, My Lord, I see it plainly.Page 42
For all the din of clashing blades and rattling armor, neither of the contestants had inflicted much damage, for the knight could neither force nor insinuate his point beyond the perfect guard of his unarmored foe, who, for his part, found difficulty in penetrating the other's armor.Page 51
"Yes, Father," laughed the great fellow, "for the sake of Holy Church, I did indeed confiscate that temptation completely, and if you must needs have proof in order to absolve me from my sins, come with me now and you shall sample the excellent discrimination which the Bishop of Norwich displays in the selection of his temptations.Page 53
"Whatever be thy object: whether revenge or the natural bent of a cruel and degraded mind, I know not; but if any be curst because of the Outlaw of Torn, it will be thou--I had almost said, unnatural father; but I do not believe a single drop of thy debased blood flows in the veins of him thou callest son.Page 56
His red, bloated face, bleary eyes and bulbous nose bespoke the manner of his life; while his thick lips, the lower hanging large and flabby over his receding chin, indicated the base passions to which his life and been given.Page 57
"I cannot bide here forever.Page 60
"Come, we need no further guide to our destination.Page 65
Thus the keen dagger in the girl's hand put an end to all hopes of entering without completely demolishing the door.Page 66
"And what may bring a De Montfort after so many years to visit his old neighbor?" "Well ye know what brings me, Norman of Torn," replied the young man.Page 88
At the same time a grim, gray, old man dispatched a messenger from the outlaw's camp; a swarthy fellow, disguised as a priest, whose orders were to proceed to London, and when he saw the party of Joan de Tany, with Roger de Conde, enter the city, he was to deliver the letter he bore to the captain of the gate.Page 91
With a cry, Joan de Tany threw herself across the outlaw's body, shielding him as best she could from the threatening sword.Page 99
"You know not what you say.Page 101
They had come upon the riderless Sir Mortimer grazing by the roadside, and a short distance beyond, had discovered evidences of the conflict at the cross-roads.Page 117
It was a crestfallen gentleman who rode forth from the castle of Torn a half hour later and spurred rapidly--in his head a more civil tongue.Page 118
Two days before the start of the march, Spizo, the Spaniard, reported to the old man of Torn that he had overheard Father Claude ask Norman of Torn to come with his father to the priest's cottage the morning of the march to meet Simon de Montfort upon an important matter, but what the nature of the thing was the priest did not reveal to the outlaw.Page 126
The troops stationed there had fled, having been appraised some few hours earlier, by fugitives, of the defeat of Henry's army at Lewes.Page 132
a price upon his head?" "The price has been there since I was eighteen," answered Norman of Torn, "and yet my head be where it has always been.Page 144
"I do not wonder that he preyed upon you," she cried, turning upon the knights behind her.