His life was charmed, but he knew it not.
As if he had the strength of a young lion he fought his way to where Death-wing was, hand to hand with Garnet.
The lieutenant was struck to the ground, and in a moment would have been despatched.
Ned rushed to the rescue.
He stood over the body of the fallen sailor.
He confronted Death-wing face to face.
The Skeleton Chief retreated a step or two in fear from Wildfire Ned.
“I have tried to avoid you, but cannot,” he gasped; “wherever I go you are in my way. Retire, boy, or I’ll cleave ye in twain.”
“From you! Never!” said Ned, “never, while I have health left in my body or strength to wield a sword!”
With these words he rushed at the grim chief, and again their weapons clashed in deadly conflict.