Keep your mind, and hold fast, and I will save you yet." Passing the reins over his left arm, Wulf leapt upon the back of his own horse, and turned it.

Ten seconds more, and the pirates, who were gathering with the oars where the paths joined at the root of the causeway, saw the two great horses thundering down upon them.

On one a sore wounded man, his bright hair dabbled with blood, his hands gripping mane and saddle, and on the other the warrior Wulf, with starting eyes and a face like the face of a flame, shaking his red sword, and for the second time that day shouting aloud: "A D'Arcy! a D'Arcy! Contre D'Arcy, contre Mort!" They saw, they shouted, they massed themselves together and held up the oars to meet them.

But Wulf spurred fiercely, and, short as was the way, the heavy horses, trained to tourney, gathered their speed.

Now they were on them.