"We cannot go without killing him," cried one.
"No; very good, then"; and a bullet whizzed by my head, after which I heard retreating footsteps.
"Fly, Benet Killigrew!" I panted.
"No, by God, no!"
"Yes," I answered; "you had not fair play. Those fellows confused you. We will finish another time. If the Boscawens take you, you will be hanged!"
"Will you fight again?" panted Benet.
"Yes; now begone!"
But it was too late. A dozen horsemen, headed by Hugh Boscawen, rode up to us.
"Safe and unhurt, Trevanion?" he cried.
"Yes, my lord."