The inn-keeper's hand trembled on my arm.
"Sh! they come," he whispered.
As I looked beyond his finger I saw four figures advance over the sward.

One of them, a slight boyish form, was new to me.

The fellow walked briskly along at the side of Stahlberg, who was built on the plan of a Hercules.

When they came to the clearing they stopped.

The seconds went through the usual formalities of testing the temper of the swords.