Everywhere he sought to confront Death-wing.
All his efforts were in vain.
The skeleton chief seemed to be ubiquitous.
Wherever he was seen at one moment he disappeared on the next.
Beaten back at all points, Death-wing and his followers gave way.
They gradually retreated towards a dangerous morass, and thence into a dense wood, whither it was deemed inadvisable to follow them.
Indeed, it seemed impossible to follow them, for they disappeared like myths, or Will-o’-the-Wisps, in the marshy bog.
When Lieutenant Garnet and his men were collected, it was found that many of them had been very dangerously wounded by the gang.
It must be confessed that on this occasion Death-wing had used all his generalship and courage.
But nothing could withstand Wildfire Ned Garnet, Bob Bertram, and the innkeeper.