'I pay my debts, too, whether for good or evil.

I might have stayed up there until I had eaten my jack-boots, for all the chance I had of ever getting down again.

Sancta Maria! but that was a shrewd blow of yours, Clarke! The brute's head flew in halves like a rotten pumpkin.

No wonder that they stuck to my track, for I have left both my spare girth and my kerchief behind me, which would serve to put them on Chloe's scent as well as mine own.' 'And where is Chloe ?' I asked, wiping my sword.
'Chloe had to look out for herself.

I found the brutes gaining on me, you see, and I let drive at them with my barkers; but with a horse flying at twenty mile an hour, what chance is there for a single slug finding its way home ?' Things looked black then, for I had no time to reload, and the rapier, though the king of weapons in the duello, is scarce strong enough to rely upon on an occasion like this.