Chapter 605 of 1964 · 65 words · ~1 min read

XLVII.

"Let him disarm; or, by my father's head, His own shall roll before you like a ball!" He raised his whistle, as the word he said, And blew; another answered to the call, And rushing in disorderly, though led, And armed from boot to turban, one and all, Some twenty of his train came, rank on rank; He gave the word,--"Arrest or slay the Frank."