Adventure stories; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
The aggressors, whatever their impetuosity, stopped short at first of
actual violence. Seeing the uncompromising attitude of the gypsies,
the foremost man, a fine strapping fellow as ever I saw, halted a few
yards off, put up his hand to speak, and said with a great air of
authority:
"Now, you Egyptians, let me give you a word of advice before we come to
blows. You have no chance at all. You are outnumbered by three to
one, and whatever blood is shed, will be to your hurt. Whatever polls
are broken will not save any man Jack of you a hanging. I summon you
to put down your weapons, and the women shall go free. But I arrest
every man of you in the name of the High Sheriff for stealing sheep."
The reply of the sheep-stealers was brief enough in all conscience.
"Take that!" cried the old woman, flinging her boot at the speaker's
head.
It was the signal for the battle to begin. My friend the flute-player
followed up the boot by hitting the spokesman of the law full in the
face with his fist. Thereon blows fell thick and fast and furious on
every side. The Sheriff's men closed up, nor did the gypsies budge an
inch. Without a weapon of any sort, as I was, I had to bear my part
perforce, since there was no opportunity to explain that I was neither
a gypsy nor a stealer of sheep. But even had it offered, I could never
have embraced it. Just as a man may be known by the company he keeps,
he is at the same time laid under the obligation to defend his friends.
My first care, of course, was for Cynthia. As the Sheriff's men were
not likely to molest her should she run away out of reach of harm, I
insisted on her doing so. I had to be firm with her too, since she was
by no means disposed to separate from me in this pass. She would
either have me come with her or she would stay where she was. The
first alternative was impracticable even had I wished to embrace it.
The enemy were all about us by now, and I should not have been
permitted to go; and the second put her personal safety into such a
jeopardy that I had to be very stern. Thereon she unwillingly complied.
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