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chance of aim. Still, because of the way Walter's men were packed close by the trees bordering the byroad, two bolts struck home. |
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Right beside Walter, one man toppled from his mount without a sound. By chance the quarrel had taken him right in the eye. Behind, another man shouted hoarsely, but the voice sounded more angry than agonized. Since Walter was a trifle in advance of his men, Beau being stronger and faster than the other horses, the falling man struck his destrier on the croup. Startled, Beau leapt forward, and Walter was alone among those whose purpose was to kill him. |
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