. Wally Wanderoon and his story-telling machine . being a cunning swordsman, had run three ofthem through almost before they knew what was hap-pening, and the others, fearing a like fate for them-selves, turned tail and fled. But they were not so frightened that they failedto seek the coachman out. They were sure that hehad betrayed them, and they went boldly to the serv-ants apartments at the inn and made inquiries forhim. He felt compelled to show himself, and whenhe followed them into the courtyard, they had seizedhim and taken him away a prisoner. They beat himmost unmercifully, so he said
. Wally Wanderoon and his story-telling machine . being a cunning swordsman, had run three ofthem through almost before they knew what was hap-pening, and the others, fearing a like fate for them-selves, turned tail and fled. But they were not so frightened that they failedto seek the coachman out. They were sure that hehad betrayed them, and they went boldly to the serv-ants apartments at the inn and made inquiries forhim. He felt compelled to show himself, and whenhe followed them into the courtyard, they had seizedhim and taken him away a prisoner. They beat himmost unmercifully, so he said, and were on the pointof killing him when he implored them to stay theirhands until he could have an opportunity of provingthat he had not betrayed them. And now, with thatpurpose in view, he had come to me for both informa-tion and advice. The man seemed honest enough; in fact, all thetime he was relating his troubles he was weeping asif his heart would break, although he appeared to betoo stout a fellow for so many tears. I sympathised [140]. The fight in the tavern yard. TflPUBL1
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