None of us, I hope, are afraid of death in fair strife, but the bravest might well shrink from such a death as that of your poor comrade.

Now let us see what arms we have between us." Malcolm had his sword and pistols, two of the men had pikes, the other two scythes fastened to long handles.
"These are clumsy weapons," Malcolm said.

"You had best fit short handles to them, so as to make them into double handed swords." They were unable to travel far, for all were exhausted with the sufferings they had gone through, but they kept on until they came upon a village which had been fired when the troops marched through.

The walls of a little church were alone standing.

It had, like the rest of the village, been burned, but the shell still remained.
"So far as I can see," Malcolm said, "the tower has escaped.