Under King Henry's Banners: A story of the days of Agincourt

by Percy F. Westerman

Vehemently the French baron poured out this speech, his eyes rolling in his anger.

"Have at him, Geoffrey," shouted Gripwell, drawing his sword. "If he 'scapes us, 'twill be our undoing."

But even in his hot anger De Chargné scented danger.

"THROW ME YON ROPE!" HE SHOUTED.

"Peste! Have we wolves in sheep's clothing?" he exclaimed. "Ride, Michel, for thy life."

As the page set spur to his steed the baron did likewise, and both riders were soon clattering down the dusty highway.

"We have seen something that few men can boast of," said Gripwell gleefully. "We have seen the back of a De Chargné. But we must look to ourselves, for, by St. George, we are like to be in a sorry plight."

Realizing that ere long the Frenchman would raise an alarm, and that the countryside would be scoured, the adventurers divested themselves of their surcoats with the De Chargné device. It was now out of the question to proceed to Amiens, so taking a by-lane the Englishmen set off at a rapid pace, keeping the while a sharp look-out for any signs of pursuit.