He lifted his face to the Parson.
"They used to say in the rigimint you was the best sword in Europe, sir." He laid a finger on the other's arm. "This mornin you was the second-best."
"I'm sure of it," says the Parson quietly.
Knapp stumbled on.
"He stood just outside the door…. I did a bit behind him with the baynit, when they got inside his guard…. He kep on killin em…. It was like the Lord Amighty makin lightnins out of His eyes and blastin em…. I never see the like—blessed if I did!"
The long-lost tears poured down his cheek. He was living again.
"They couldn't make nothing of it, and drew back a bit.
"'What!' cries the Genelman, laughin. 'A round dozen of you, and wopp'd by one! I wonder what Black Diamond'd think o you?'
"At that Fat George truss Dingy Joe by the arms.
"'Ow's this?' he squeals, and runs him on the Genelman's blade, dodgin back himself into Red Beard's arms.