Sparks flew from their flashing blades.
Ned was getting weaker and weaker.
His legs trembled violently.
He made a last blow at his fierce antagonist and fell prostrate over Garnet.
Death-wing, with a laugh of triumph, raised his sword high in the air on the point of cutting Ned in two, when, with a wild shout, he rushed from the spot!
His sword was knocked from his firm grip!
He and his band looked with terror at the sight which then appeared.
A man in armour, glittering from head to foot in polished steel, rose out of the stone flooring as if by magic.
With shield and sword he was ready for the fray!
Sir Richard and the sailors were struck dumb at the strange apparition, and fell back in awe.