. Peg o' the ring, a maid of Denewood . of my hands free. Bart, mybrother, used to say, that I was as strong as mostboys of my years, and slippery as an eel, but how-ever that was, the one who tried to hold me wasnot equal to the task and, in a moment, I hadwrenched one arm loose from his grip and tornthe shawl away from my face. In the dim lightI made out that it was Jasper Pilgrim with whomI battled. Mark! Mark! Help! I shouted at the topof my voice, repeating the cry again and again. At that I heard the door to my room softlyclose, and the Quaker loosed his clutch upon mewith a cry of frigh
. Peg o' the ring, a maid of Denewood . of my hands free. Bart, mybrother, used to say, that I was as strong as mostboys of my years, and slippery as an eel, but how-ever that was, the one who tried to hold me wasnot equal to the task and, in a moment, I hadwrenched one arm loose from his grip and tornthe shawl away from my face. In the dim lightI made out that it was Jasper Pilgrim with whomI battled. Mark! Mark! Help! I shouted at the topof my voice, repeating the cry again and again. At that I heard the door to my room softlyclose, and the Quaker loosed his clutch upon mewith a cry of fright, just as Mark appeared fullydressed, save for his coat and neckcloth. Where are you, Peg? he shouted, scarce ableto see in the darkness of the hall. Go to Bee, I answered, in an agony of sus-pense; there s a man after Jacky. ^ He did as I bade him without demanding ex-planation and I was assured that danger in thatquarter had been averted when I heard Beesvoice in answer to his knock. Meanwhile Jasper Pilgrim, seeing his exit to- 144. For the moment, I could neither see nor speak; INTO THE FIRE ward the stairway blocked by Mark, had coweredagainst the wall and now started to run for , however, excited and angry at this new out-rage, snatched at him, meaning to stay him ifI could, but I only managed to set one hand onsome part of his clothing. At once I realized thatwithin my clenched fist I grasped a hard objectand I fastened upon it, convinced that it was myown ring I felt beneath the cloth. He snarled at me to let him go, striking a feebleblow or two at my arm, but I held the tighter, de-termined not to lose my property a second time,now that it was actually within my grasp. We struggled thus an instant, and then, amidthe sharp noise of ripping stitches, the man gavea furious wrench of his body, which dragged mea step or two across the floor, and tore him in so doing he left behind a handful of clothwhich I still gripped. By this time there was a great hubbub b
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