It needed no cudgelling of my brains to guess who it might be; for once and again that day while we worked I had marked the fellow's evil eye on Ludar.

Ludar had laughed when I had told him of it, and had not deigned so much as to turn his head to see if I spoke true.

And in the bustle that had followed I too had forgot our enemy of the whip.
But he had not forgotten us.
Although I caught him in the dark, he was too quick for me.

He had his blade still, and though he struck wildly and only scratched my arm, the blow loosed my grip for a moment; and in that moment he dashed past me and up the ladder.

I followed madly.