Ellis held up his hand; his face had suddenly assumed a look of savage energy; the white of his eyes shone in his sun-brown face.
"Lads," he said, "ye know your places.

Let not one man's soul escape you.

Appleyard was a whet before a meal; but now we go to table.

I have three men whom I will bitterly avenge--Harry Shelton, Simon Malmesbury, and"-- striking his broad bosom--"and Ellis Duckworth, by the mass!" Another man came, red with hurry, through the thorns.
"'Tis not Sir Daniel!" he panted.

"They are but seven.