'Hark ye, friend,' said he, for every German bandit found in Rome after tomorrow, our welcome will be cord and gibbet! Begone.'" "Enough! enough!" cried Montreal, colouring with rage and shame.
"Rodolf, you have a skilful eye in these matters, how many Northmen would it take to give that same gibbet to the upstart ?" Rodolf scratched his huge head, and seemed awhile lost in calculation; at length he said, "You, Captain, must be the best judge, when I tell you, that twenty thousand Romans are the least of his force, so I heard by the way; and this evening he is to accept the crown, and depose the Emperor." "Ha, ha!" laughed Montreal, "is he so mad?
then he will want not our aid to hang himself.

My friends, let us wait the result.

At present neither barons nor people seem likely to fill our coffers.

Let us across the country to Terracina.

Thank the saints," and Montreal (who was not without a strange kind of devotion,--indeed he deemed that virtue essential to chivalry) crossed himself piously, "the free companions are never long without quarters!" "Hurrah for the Knight of St.John!" cried the mercenaries.