n the
foredeck to shoot the Devils if they should leap from the tree, which
was close to the bank. He manned ten oars a-side, and bade them watch
his hand to row in or back out, and so coaxed he them toward the bank.
But none would set foot ashore, though the gold was within ten paces. No
man is hasty to his hanging! They whimpered at their oars like beaten
hounds, and Witta bit his fingers for rage.

'Said Hugh of a sudden, "Hark!" At first we thought it was the buzzing
of the glittering flies on the water; but it grew loud and fierce, so
that all men heard.'

'What?' said Dan and Una.

'It was the Sword.' Sir Richard patted the smooth hilt. 'It sang as a
Dane sings before battle. "I go," said Hugh, and he leaped from the bows
and fell among the gold. I was afraid to my four bones' marrow, but for
shame's sake I followed, and Thorkild of Borkum leaped after me. None
other came. "Blame me not," cried Witta behind us, "I must abide by my
ship." We three had no time to blame or praise. We stooped to the gold
and threw it back over our shoulders, one hand on our swords and one eye
on the tree, which nigh overhung us.

'I know not how the Devils leaped down, or how the fight began. I heard
Hugh cry: "Out! out!" as though he were at Santlache again; I saw
Thorkild's steel cap smitten off his head by a great hairy hand, and I
felt an arrow from the ship whistle past my ear. They say that till
Witta took his sword to the rowers he could not bring his ship inshore;
and each one of the four archers said afterwards that he alone had
pierced the Devil that fought me. I do not know. I went to it in my
mail-shirt, which saved my skin. With long-sword and belt-dagger I
fought for the life against a Devil whose very feet were hands, and who
whirled me back and forth like a dead branch. He had me by the waist, my
arms to my side, when an arrow from the ship pierced him between the
shoulders, and he loosened grip. I passed my sword twice through him,
and he crutched himself away between his long arms, coughing and
moaning. Next, as I remember, I saw Thorkild of Borkum, bare-headed and
smiling, leaping up and down before a Devil that leaped and gnashed his
teeth. Then Hugh passed, his sword shifted to his left hand, and I
wondered why I had not known that Hugh was a left-handed man; and
thereafter I remembered nothing till I felt spray on my face, and we
were in sunshine on the open sea. That was twenty days after.'

'What had happ