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Fellows stared at hi wide, fearful Lord Fernall was not a particularly handso

“What is that?” Fellows cried, continually blinking as though atte from slumber

Lord Fernall appearedto h ready to unleash a torrent of abuse and came to stand at Tristan’s side

It was then they noticed that Mr Felloas not looking at anyone in particular One ain

“What do you ithher body as a shield

“We want you to let Lady Fernall go,” Tristan replied, though he had so to him With Mr Fellows soht round He turned to Lord Fernall “The man appears to have lost his mind”

Lord Fernall frowned “What is he staring at?”

With a sudden gasp, Fellows pushed Isabella to one side and pointed the pistol at the Dead Man’s Tree His hand shook so violently he was liable to shoot any one of them

As he waved the pistol back and forth, they all ducked and scrambled out of the line of fire

Isabella rushed to stand at Tristan’s side He clutched her hand briefly, resisted the urge to pull her into his arise for his terrible miscalculation “Find some way to distract him,” he whispered

She replied with a confident nod “What is that over there? I see it … a tall,

black shadow … it is co towards us”

Mr Fellows’ frantic gaze flitted left and right

Tristan took the opportunity to charge at hirabbed Fellows around the waist and took hiround

A loud crack echoed through the air