Sancta Maria! That was a clever stroke! Not only does he go himself, but with him goes a captain with one hundred soldiers from the fort.

Ha, ha! Marlanx is a fox! A very exceptional fox!" Tullis off to the hills?
With soldiers, to effect a rescue! Truxton sat up, his brain whirling.
"A wise fox!" agreed Peter Brutus, thickly.

His lips were terribly swollen from King's final blow.

"Tullis goes off chasing a jack-o'-lantern in the hills; Marlanx sits by and laughs at the joke he's played.

It is good! Almost too good to be true.