"'Sblood!" cried Jonathan, who had listened to the foregoing conversation with angry wonder, "I've been nicely done here. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. The wounded man had descended the bridge, and dashed himself against the door beyond it; but, finding it impossible to force his way further, he turned to confront his assailants. He was a stranger. Uttering a terrible imprecation, Blueskin placed the knife between his teeth, and endeavoured to seize the poor woman by the throat. ‘What the devil for? I’ll have one of the men ride the creature up tomorrow.
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