5/15 You, sir," to Rolfe, "give the word." Master Pory rose from his knees, unruffled and unabashed, and still with a curiously absent expression upon his fat face and with his ears cocked in the direction of the church. "One moment, gentlemen," he said. "I have just bethought me"-- "On guard!" cried Rolfe, and cut him short. Once or twice the thought crossed my mind that here, where I least desired it, I had met my match. He fought as he lived, with a fierce intensity, a headlong passion, a brute force, bearing down and overwhelming most obstacles. |