He felt Miss Newville’s arm clinging more firmly to his own.
“You can pass if your wench gives me a kiss,” said the soldier with the cutlass.
Swiftly Robert’s right arm and clenched fist sent the fellow headlong into the snow. He faced the others a moment, and then with Miss Newville walked leisurely away. He could feel her heart palpitating against his arm. He cast a glance behind, but the redcoats were not following him.
“It seems we are fated to meet ill-bred men,” he said.
“Oh, Mr. Walden, how resolute and brave you are!”
“It is not difficult to be courageous when you know you are right.”
“But they are so many.”
“We are more than they,” he replied, smiling.
“More than they! We are only two.”
“He who is in the right has all of God’s host with him. They knew they were in the wrong; that made them cowards.”