His face was set and hard, and Oswald would scarce have recognized the kindly, genial man who had always received him so heartily.
"There are hopes that he will live," Oswald said.
There was a slight change in the expression of Armstrong's face.
"'Tis well," he said, "that one should be saved, to take revenge for this foul business.

All the others are gone." "I hope we may rescue my cousins." "We might as well try to rescue a young lamb, that had been carried off by an eagle," he said bitterly.

"Even could an archer send a shaft through the bird's breastbone, the lamb would be bleeding and injured, beyond all hope, ere it touched the ground.

We may revenge, Oswald, but I have no hope of rescue." Then he went into the house, without further word..