He pushed his way through until he found himself by the side of Hubert’s coal-black horse.
“Hubert Ponsonby!” exclaimed Max.
“Who calls me by that name?”
“I do.”
“You; and who are you?”
“Max Gordon, of the firm you robbed.”
“You lie!”
“Do I, Hubert Ponsonby? My scimiter shall whet itself in your flesh and prove my words.”
Hubert swung his scimiter round with terrific force, but it cut the empty air.
Max wheeled round quickly and parried a second blow.