At that the last of the moss troopers turned his horse, and galloped off at full speed.
"We have not taken long over that, master," Roger said, with a grim smile.

"Five men in a minute is not so bad." "I am afraid John is killed, Roger.

See to him." "Ay, he is sped," Roger replied, as he turned the body over.

"The spear struck him full in the throat.

That is what comes of not learning to use your weapons.