Again, he had but to raise his voice, and, though the door that Crispin had fastened was a stout one, he never doubted but that his call would penetrate it and bring his servants to his rescue.
And so, a smile of cynical unconcern returned to his lips and his answer was delivered in a cold, incisive voice.
"The reckoning you have come to demand shall be paid you, sir.

Rakehelly Galliard is the hero of many a reckless deed, but my judgment is much at fault if this prove not his crowning recklessness and his last one.
Gadswounds, sir, are you mad to come hither single-handed to beard the lion in his den ?" "Rather the cur in his kennel," sneered Crispin back.

"Blood and wounds, Master Joseph, think you to affright me with words ?" Still Joseph smiled, deeming himself master of the situation.
"Were help needed, the raising of my voice would bring it me.

But it is not.

We are three to one." "You reckon wrongly.