She climbed to the top of the stile, filled with an agony of fear.

Sir George was fifteen or twenty yards in advance of his companion, and when John saw that his pursuers were attacking him singly, he turned and quickly ran back to meet the warlike King of the Peak.

By a few adroit turns with his sword John disarmed his antagonist, and rushing in upon him easily threw him to the ground by a wrestler's trick.

Guild and the servant by that time were within six yards of Sir George and John.
"Stop!" cried Manners, "your master is on the ground at my feet.

My sword point is at his heart.