O.W.' Gentlemen, for a timid man, our friend does not scamp his reports.
Thorough, rather?
Little O.W.is O.K." Chantel, still humming, had moved toward the door.

All at once he halted, and stared from the landward window.

Cymbals clashed somewhere below.
"What's this ?" he cried sharply.

The noise drew nearer, more brazen, and with it a clatter of hoofs.

"Here come swordsmen!" "To play with you, I suppose.