They even surrounded the house of Mondtagon, who had so often led them to victory, calling upon him with threats and taunts to furnish them with money.

The veteran, roused to fury by their insubordination and their taunts, sprang from his house into the midst of the throng.

Baring his breast before them, he fiercely invited and dared their utmost violence.

Of his life-blood, he told them bitterly, he was no niggard, and it was at their disposal.

His wealth, had he possessed any, would have been equally theirs.