And it was not with honest swords;
No steel sprang out to gleam and bite
We fought with poor, mean words."
THERE was a moment's silence, then Feathers went forward. The riotous blood in his veins had quieted and he felt a little cold and breathless.
"Hullo!" he said.
Chris looked up.
"Hullo! I thought I'd wait till you came in as they said you'd only just gone out."
"Yes . . . yes . . . I went down to the end of the road, that's all."
He poured out two whiskies with a hand that shook badly, and pushed one across to Chris.
"Have a drink?"