"Well, then, learn that Mole goes as—"
"Bother Mole!" interrupted Toro, harshly. "How does our great foe go?"
"Harkaway?"
"Yes."
"An English knight of old."
"It shall be my task," said Toro, "to keep up his character, and give it a realistic look by a hand-to-hand fight."
"Don't be rash," said the mendicant friar, "or you may chance to be beaten."
"I can risk my life on it."
"You have—you do; every hour that you live here imperils it. Did you see the party go?"
"I did," said Mathias.