Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 97 of 100
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ee ee ‘:+« a ~~ o mT A i ——_ . - — » L- ~ : a ? e " ~ md - < *2 "> ? , = a -~ FOOT TO FOOT, es) steel. Guy, while in Canada, had taken lessons of a famous English swordsman, and had made himself a master of the weapon. Edgar found him no such child in his hands as in their former battle. Nevertheless he fought “* With the stern joy which clansmen feel In foemen worthy of their steel.” : He had the advantage of his opponent in temper; but the blood was trickling fast from the wound in his shoulder. Pressing hard upon his enemy, he slipped in the blood of a fallen man and fell, supporting himself on his left elbow, while he warded off the blows which his adversary showered upon him. i 3 “You are mine!” cried Guy. As he spoke, the blade of Edgar broke short at the handle, and he was indeed at the mercy of his enemy. | “ Beg for your life,” said Guy, placing his foot upon the breast of the fallen man, and menacing him with the bright steel. : “ Never!” was the reply. “I can die; do your worst, if it must be so.” “Die, then.” His sword was in the air, and the life of Edgar ‘Chambers seemed done, when a solitary rifle spoke from the ranks of the Whigs. Guy dropped his sword, reeled, clasped the clothing on his breast and fell prostrate with a cry which echoed far and wide over the bloody field. At the same mo- ment..Tommy Perkins, with a smoking rifle in his grasp, sprung to the spot and helped Edgar to his feet. “ Who fired that shot?” said the rescued man. “Never you mind,” replied Tommy; “here’s your sword. Oh, bully Guy, your cake is dough.” “T have to thank you for a life,” shouted Edgar, to be heard above the din of battle. “If I fall I thank you, if I live I will - remember.” : “ All right; you have said, and now take care of your head. Tve got as much as I can do to look out for one Thomas Per- kins, Esquire, late of Weathersfield.” They separated and did not see each other again until after the battle, when the Whigs had retreated and camped upon a field miles away. Then Tommy came strolling toward Edgar’s tent, and found him sitting at the door, after having Cconmiclooolks. coma)