"By your leave!" exclaimed Sir Norman. "Not quite so fast!
Stand out here in the moonlight, until I see who you are."
"Let me go!" cried the man, grappling with his opponent. "I know
who you are, and I swear you'll never see moonlight or sunlight
again, if you do not instantly let me go."
Sir Norman recognized the voice with a perfect shout of delight.
"The duke, by all that's lucky! O, I'll let you go: but not until
the hangman gets hold of you. Villain and robber, you shall pay
for your misdeeds now!"
"Hold!" shouted the commanding voice of Count L'Estrange.
"Cease, Sir Norman Kingsley! there is no time, and this is no
person for you to scoff with. He is our prisoner, and shall show
us the nearest way into this den of thieves. Give me your sword,
fellow, and be thankful I do not make you shorter by a head with
it."
"You do not know him!" cried Sir Norman; in vivid excitement. "I
tell you this is the identical scoundrel who attempted to rob and
murder you a few hours ago."
"So much the better! He shall pay for that and all his other
shortcomings, before long! But, in the meantime, I order him to
bring us before the rest of this outlawed crew.
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