He had imagined what might occur if he were with Katie Welwood and they should be assailed by anything or anybody.
He had large ideas of what was a lover's duty, and was under the impression, from what he had read, that a proper knight should go always prepared for combat.

So he had fashioned him a spear, a formidable weapon contrived with great exactitude after the South Sea island recipe.

He had gone into the woods and selected a blue beech, straight as could be found, and nearly an inch in thickness.

From this he had cut a length of perhaps ten feet, which, with infinite labor and risk of jack-knife, he had whittled down to smoothness and to whiteness.

Upon one end he left as large a head as the sapling would allow, and this, after shaving it into the fashion of a spear-blade, he had plunged into the fire until it had begun to char.