I sat without motion, watching the figure in the glass grow larger.

When it was nearly upon me, and the hand with the dagger drawn back for the blow, I sprang up, wheeled, and caught it by the wrist.
A moment's fierce struggle, and I had the dagger in my own hand and the man at my mercy.

The fire upon the hearth seized on a pine knot and blazed up brightly, filling the room with light.

"Diccon!" I cried, and dropped my arm.
I had never thought of this.

The room was very quiet as, master and man, we stood and looked each other in the face.