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"Now, what's amiss? Oddslife, what ails you?" he cried. "Is there no way, Sir Crispin? Is there naught you can do?" wailed the youth. Instantly Galliard sat up. "Poor lad, does the thought of the rope affright you?" Kenneth bowed his head in silence. "Tis a scurvy death, I own. Look you, Kenneth, there is a dagger in my boot. If you would rather have cold steel, 'tis done.
Oddslife," he cried, suddenly springing to his feet, and seizing the lanthorn. "Let us look at these bars." He stepped across to the window, and held the light so that its rays fell full upon the base of the vertical iron that barred the square. "It is much worn by rust, Kenneth," he muttered.
Oddslife, Cris, I have trailed a pike or handled a sword in well-nigh every army in Europe. I know more of the great art of war than all the King's generals rolled into one. Think you, then, I can rest content with a miserable company of horse when plunder is forbidden, and even our beggarly pay doubtful?
"Oddslife," he growled, "if to have me waylaid, dragged from my horse and wounded by those sons of dogs, your myrmidons, be your manner of expressing gratitude, I'd as lief you had let me go unthanked." "And yet, Cris, I dare swear you'll thank me before another hour is sped. Ough, man, how cold you are! There's a bottle of strong waters yonder "
"Oddslife, gentlemen," he was exclaiming, "I tell you that, but for that roaring dog, Sir Crispin Galliard, the whole of Middleton's regiment had been cut to pieces. There we stood on Red Hill, trapped as ever fish in a net, with the whole of Lilburne's men rising out of the ground to enclose and destroy us. A living wall of steel it was, and on every hand the call to surrender.
"Why, yes," returned Galliard sardonically, "we can linger here until we are taken. But, oddslife, I'm not so minded. Come." And as he spoke he drew the lad along. His foot was upon the topmost stair of the flight, when of a sudden the stillness of the house was broken by a loud knock upon the street door.
"I have not borne it these eighteen years, and thanks to what you have made me, it is not meet that I should bear it now." There was a pause. Then Joseph spoke again with great calm and earnestness. "Bethink you, Sir Crispin, of what you are about to do. It can benefit you in naught." "Oddslife, think you it cannot? Think you it will benefit me naught to see you earn at last your reward?"
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