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Chapter thirteen
Chapter thirteenThe scattering of these outlaws took place in the twinkling of an eye. One minute they were clustered about me standing on the bench and the next the firelight shone upon trampled grass and camp impedimenta. An arrow went flick! past my ear, so the time had come to depart. As I ran away from the nearest fire the sounds of combat flowered up beyond a clump of trees ahead. I had absolutely no desire to get mixed up in this petty squabble — as I had told these people — so I angled away from the trees, making for a line of bushes. Of course, I had chosen the bushes where Nath the Ron’s Bowmen were lurking. Half a dozen arrows flew past, for I was dodging and jinking. The situation had abruptly turned sour. By Vox, I could get myself killed here! In the open as I was, it wo
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