He heard the terrified, confused exclamations of women; he saw the master of the house approaching along the passage with his burning rush-candle in one hand and his gun in the other.
"What is it ?" asked the landlord, breathlessly.

Isaac could only answer in a whisper.

"A woman, with a knife in her hand," he gasped out.

"In my room--a fair, yellow-haired woman; she jobbed at me with the knife twice over." The landlord's pale cheeks grew paler.

He looked at Isaac eagerly by the flickering light of his candle, and his face began to get red again; his voice altered, too, as well as his complexion.
"She seems to have missed you twice," he said.
"I dodged the knife as it came down," Isaac went on, in the same scared whisper.