"Pray!" said a solemn voice.
There was a horrible plop as the man collapsed, coughing.
CHAPTER LXX
THE LAST OF OLD FAITHFUL
The old man clapped his smoking musket down, and snatched his cutlass.
"Any more for me, sir?"
"Another on your right, Piper!"
"Very good, sir."
The old man spun himself to the corner, and waited behind the wall.
The boy, running with all his might, watched fascinated.