“Why not? What mercy did he show? He was only shamming. Let him call for help now till someone comes.”
The bigger man uttered a grunt and followed his companion as he mounted the steep side of the lane, while, faint, exhausted, and bleeding now, Captain James Armstrong sank back and fainted away.
Chapter Six.
Brought to Book.
“You dare not deny it,” cried Mary Dell, furiously, as she stood in the doorway of the cottage, facing her brother and Bart Wrigley, who attempted to escape, but were prevented by her barring the way of exit.
Neither spoke, but they stood looking sullen and frowning like a couple of detected schoolboys.
“No,” she continued, “you dare not deny it. You cowards—lying in wait for an unarmed man!”
“Why, he’d got a sword and pistols,” cried Bart.