The Splendid Spur. Arthur Quiller-Couch
bully did not know me, having but seen me for an instant at “The Crown,” and then in very different attire.
“I have but a few poor coins,” I answer'd.
“Then hand 'em over.”
“Be shot if I do!” said I in a passion; and pulling out a handful from my pocket, I dash'd them down in the road.
For a moment the Captain took his pistol from my face, and stooped to clutch at the golden coins as they trickled and ran to right and left. The next, I had struck out with my right fist, and down he went staggering. His pistol dropped out of his hand and exploded between my feet. I rush'd to Molly, caught her bridle, and leap'd on her back. 'Twas a near thing, for the Captain was rushing toward us. But at the call of my voice the mare gave a bound and turn'd: and down the road I was borne, light as a feather.
A bullet whizz'd past my ear: I heard the Captain's curse mingle with the report: and then was out of range, and galloping through the dusk.
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