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Now, carried DO sworo; but seizing

= Now, l carried 10 swora: but seiZing
the tankard from the potboy's hand, l
hurl'd it at the dog-fac'd trooper. II
struck him fair between the shoulder
blades; and with yell of pain ne
spun round and came toward me, his
point glittering in way that turn, q
me cold. l gave him pace. snatch q
up a chair (that luckily had a wooden
scat and with my back against the
door, waited his charge.
Twas in this posture that, flinglng a
glance across the room, l saw tne
Captains sword describe a small circle
of light, and next moment, with a
sharp cry, Anthony caught at the blade,
and staggered against the wall, plnn q
through the chest to the walnscotlns.
"Out with the lights, Dick!' DaWi q
Settle, tugging out his point. "QulcN'
fool-the Window
Dick, with a back sweep OF his hano'
sent the candles flying of the shelt'
and. save for the flicker Of the hearth
we were in darkness. 1 felt, rather
than saw. his rush toward me; leap'd
aside: and brought down my chalr
with q crash on his skull. He went
down like ninepin, but scrambled up
in q trice. and was running for the win
dow. There was shout below as the
Captain thrust ths lattice open; an
other. and the two dark forms mad
clambered through the purple square
of the easement, and droppd into the
bowling green below.
By this. I had made my way across
the room, and found Anthony sunk
against the wall, with his feet out
stretched. There was something he
held out toward me, cropping for my
hand and at the same time whispering
in q thick, choking voice:
Here, Jack, here; pocket 1t qulck!'
'Twas a letter, and as my fingers
closed on it they met a damp smear
the meaning of which was but TOO
plain.
Button it-sharp-in thy breast; no"
feel for my sword"
First let me tend thy hurt, dear
lad" ,n,
"Nay-uuickly, my sword! IT'S
pretty, Jack, to hear thee say dear
lad A cheat to die like this-could
have laugh'd for years yet. Inc dlce
were cogg'd-hast found itT'
groped beside him, found the hllt'
and held it up.
"so-'tis thine, Jack, and my mare
Molly, and the letter to take. Say to
Delia-Hark! they are on the STAIRS
Say to"
With q shout the door was flung
wide, and on the threshold stood the
Watch. their lanterns held high and
shining in Anthony's white face, and
on the. black stain where the doublet
was thrown open.
In numbers they were six or eight,
led by a small, wrynecked man that
held q long staff, and wore q gll'
chain over his furr'd collar. BEHIND, ID
the doorway, were huddled half a
dozen women, peering, and Master
Davenant at the back Of all, his great
face looming over their shoulders ike
a moon.
"Now, speak up. Master Short"
AVE, that I will-that / will; but
nv head is considering Of affairs"
answered Master Short-he Of the wry.
neck. Zone, two, three -" He look q
round the room, and finding but one
capable of resisting (for the potpoy
was by this time in fD, cleard nls
throat, and spoke up:
in the Kings name, I arrest you
also help me God! Now, what's the
matter?"
Murder" said I, looking up frop my
work of staunching Anthony's Wound.
"Then forbear, and don't do It,"
"sirs," said I, laying poor Anthony's
head softly back, "you are too late;
whilst ye were cackling my friend IS
dead"
"Then, young man, thou must come
along"
"Come along"
1.-THE charge is homocidium, or man.
Staying, with or without malice pre-
pense-"
"But-' looked around. The pot
bow was insensible, and my eyes fell
on Master Davenant, who slowly shook
his head.
"I'Il say not a word" said he, stol'
idly; "lost twenty pound, one time, by
q lawsuit"
Pack of foolsw I cried, driven be-
yond endurance. "The guilty ones
escap'd these ten minutes. Now stop
me who dares!"
And dashing my left fist on the nose
of a watchman who would have selzed
me. I clear'd a space with Anthony's
sword, made a run for the easement
and dropped out upon the bowling
green.
(To be continued)
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