should finish the fight.



CHAPTER 9

"How now, messieurs?" said a harsh voice, that fell upon the turmoil
like a thunder-clap, and there stood Sir James Lee. Instantly the
struggle ceased, and the combatants scrambled to their feet.

The older lads stood silent before their chief, but Myles was deaf and
blind and mad with passion, he knew not where he stood or what he said
or did. White as death, he stood for a while glaring about him, catching
his breath convulsively. Then he screamed hoarsely.

"Who struck me? Who struck me when I was down? I will have his blood
that struck me!" He caught sight of Blunt. "It was he that struck me!"
he cried. "Thou foul traitor! thou coward!" and thereupon leaped at his
enemy like a wild-cat.

"Stop!" cried Sir James Lee, clutching him by the arm.

Myles was too blinded by his fury to see who it was that held him. "I
will not stop!" he cried, struggling and striking at the knight. "Let me
go! I will have his life that struck me when I was down!"

The next moment he found himself pinned close against the wall, and
then, as though his sight came back, he saw the grim face of the old
one-eyed knight looking into his.