Quick as thought she drew the sword from the grass and smote with all her strength upon the man's bent neck.

Down he fell, making no sound, and she also fell beside him.

In a moment she was on her feet again, staring at him wildly--the naked sword in her hand.
'Up,' she said, 'before others come to seek him.

Nay, you must.' Now, again we were struggling forward through the bushes, my mind filled with a great wonder that grew slowly to a whirling nothingness.

For a while it seemed to me as though I were lost in an evil dream and walking on red hot irons in my dream.