Instantly there was a hubbub.

The mountaineers present drew their handjars, and almost on the instant sudden death appeared to be amongst us.

Happily the men waited as Michael, who had just arrived on the quay-wall as the outrage took place, ran forward, wheeling his handjar round his head, and manifestly intending to decapitate Mr.Melton.

On the instant--I am sorry to say it, for it created a terribly bad effect--Mr.Melton dropped on his knees in a state of panic.

There was just this good use in it--that there was a pause of a few seconds.