you a trick."

He was most polite in his manner, like a play-hero, and came toward
me as he spoke. Then I saw four other Britishers coming out to
close in upon us from behind trees.

He came at me quickly, and I met him. He seemed to think it would
be no trick to unhand my weapon. Like a flash, with a whip of his
sabre, he tried to wrench it away. D'ri had begun to shoot,
dodging between trees, and a redcoat had tumbled over. I bore in
upon my man, but he came back at me with surprising vigor. On my
word, he was the quickest swordsman I ever had the honor of facing.

But he had a mean way of saying "Ha!" as he turned my point. He
soon angered me, whereupon I lost a bit of caution, with some
blood, for he was at me like a flash, and grazed me on the hip
before I could get my head again. It was no parlor play, I can
tell you. We were fighting for life, and both knew it. We fought
up and down through brakes and bushes and over stones--a perilous
footing. I could feel his hand weakening. I put all my speed to
the steel then, knowing well that, barring accident, I should win.
I could hear somebody coming up behind me.

"Keep away there," my adversary shouted, with a fairness I admire
when I think of it. "I can handle him. Get the other fellow."

I went at him to make an end of it.

"I'll make you squint, you young cub," he hissed, lunging at me.

He ripped my blouse at the shoulder, and, gods of war! we made the
sparks fly. Then he went down, wriggling; I had caught him in the
side, poor fellow! Like a flash I was off in a thicket. One of
the enemy got out of my way and sent a bullet after me. I could
feel it rip and sting in the muscle as it rubbed my ribs. I kept
foot and made for my horse. He had caught his reins, and I was on
him and off in the bush, between bullets that came ripping the
leaves about me, before they could give chase.

Drums were beating the call to arms somewhere. I struck the trail
in a minute, and, leaning low in the saddle, went bounding over
logs and rocks and down a steep hillside as if the devil were after
me. I looked back, and was nearly raked off by a bough. I could
hear horses coming in the trail behind with quick and heavy jumps.
But I was up to rough riding and had little fear they would get a
sight of me. However, crossing a long stretch of burnt timber,
they must have seen me. I heard a crack of pistols far behind; a
whiz of bullets over my head. I shook