The things we do!

Two men on foot would have been
less in each other's way and much more effective. The men, however,
stuck to their horses, and one of them pressed the attack, striking at
Brandon most viciously. It being dark, and the distance deceptive, the
horseman's sword at last struck the wall, a flash of sparks flying in
its trail, and lucky it was, or this story would have ended here.
Thereupon Brandon thrust his sword into the horse's throat, causing it
to rear backward, plunging and lunging into the street, where it fell,
holding its rider by the leg against the cobble-stones of a little
gutter.
A cry from the fallen horseman brought his companion to his side, and
gave Brandon an opportunity to escape with the girls. Of this he took
advantage, you may be sure, for one of his mottoes was, that the
greatest fool in the world is he who does not early in life learn how
and when to run.
In the light of the sparks from the sword-stroke upon the wall, brief
as it was, Brandon recognized the face of Buckingham, from which the
mask had fallen.


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