Bid him win his spurs; the day shall yet be his.

Look," he added, pointing through the window-place, "our banners have not given back a spear's throw, and in front of them the field is paved with dead.

I tell you the French break.

Back, de Norwich! Back, de Cressi, and bid the Prince to charge!" Some one thrust a cup of wine into Hugh's hand.

He swallowed it, glancing at the wild scene below, and presently was running with Sir John toward the spot where they saw the Prince's banner flying.