The things we do!

One of
the men on foot fell dead, pierced through the back of the neck by
Brandon's sword, before either was aware of his presence. The other
turned, but was a corpse before he could cry out. The girls had
stopped a short distance ahead, exhausted by their flight. Mary had
stumbled and fallen, but had risen again, and both were now leaning
against a wall, clinging to each other, a picture of abject terror.
Brandon ran to the girls, but by the time he reached them the two men
on horseback were there also, hacking away at him from their saddles.
Brandon did his best to save himself from being cut to pieces and the
girls from being trampled under foot by the prancing horses. A narrow
jutting of the wall, a foot or two in width, a sort of flying
buttress, gave him a little advantage, and up into the slight shelter
of the corner thus formed he thrust the girls, and with his back to
them, faced his unequal foe with drawn sword. Fortunately the position
allowed only one horse to attack them.


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