Then he stood still a moment, wondering if he really were brave enough.

And then he remembered 'Rise up, Sir Philip,' and he knew that a knight simply _mustn't_ be afraid.
So he went out in the dusk towards the dragon.
He knew it would sleep for an hour.

But all the same---- And the twilight was growing deeper and deeper.

Still there was plenty of light to find the ruin, and also to find the dragon.

There it lay--about ten or twelve yards of solid dark dragon-flesh.