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"Fight equal,

run," was all he said Galors let fly an oath at hireat sword and cut at him with all his force; Prosper parried and

let out at his shoulder He got in between the armour plates; first

bloent to hi There was a sharp rally in the brook, sohter e; Galors never

reached his enemy fairly He set himself to draw Prosper out of the

slush of round went more warily to

work Then a chance blow from Prosper struck his horse on the crest

and went deep The beast stumbled and fell with his rider upon hiht Prosper, cursing his luck Galors never

ue it is!" Prosper cried, with all his

anger clean gone from him He dismounted and went to where his rass beside hi up and sent Prosper flying; he set his

heel on the sword blade and broke it short Then he turned his own

upon the unarrehite with a cold rage: he was on his feet, the flaer

licked up his poverty: Galors had little chance Prosper made a quick

rush and drove at thethe shield like

an axe; he broke down his guard, got at close quarters, dropt his

shield and caught Galors under the arether like storhted rage, Galors struggling to justify his treachery by its only

excuse Below his arrip upon him; he was