"There is plenty of work for your hammer, yet." "I have a job elsewhere," Philip said.
"It is rare work, comrade.

I have killed five of them with my own hand, and I have got their purses, too," he chuckled.
"Hallo! Who is this girl you have with you ?" And he roughly caught hold of Claire.
Philip's pent-up rage found a vent.

He sprang upon the man, seized him by the throat, and hurled him with tremendous force against the wall; whence he fell, a senseless mass, on to the ground.
"What is it ?" cried half a dozen men, rushing up.
"A Huguenot in disguise," Philip said.

"You will find his pockets are full of gold." They threw themselves upon the fallen man, fighting and cursing to be the first to ransack his pockets; while Philip, with his two companions, moved up the lane unnoticed.
Fifty yards farther Claire stumbled, and would have fallen had not Philip caught her.

Her head had fallen forward, and he felt at once that she was insensible.