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He knew that however small his chance of escape by fighting； it was his only one； and he resolved to receive the attack where he was。 He blew his bellows and； cold at heart； affected to forge。
Dusky forms stole into the old church。
CHAPTER XV。
Little blew his coals to a white heat： then took his hammer into his left hand； and his little iron shovel； a weapon about two feet long； into his right。
Three assailants crept toward him； and his position was such that two at least could assail him front and rear。 He counted on that； and measured their approach with pale cheek but glittering eye； and thrust his shovel deep into the white coals。
They crept nearer and nearer； and； at last； made an almost simultaneous rush on him back and front。
The man in the rear was a shade in advance of the other。 Little； whose whole soul was in arms； had calculated on this； and turning as they came at him； sent a shovelful of fiery coals into that nearest assailant's face； then stepped swiftly out of the way of the other； who struck at him too immediately for him to parry； ere he could recover the wasted blow； Little's hot shovel came down in his head with tremendous force； and laid him senseless and bleeding on the hearth； with blood running from his ears。
Little ladled the coals right and left on the other two assailants； one of whom was already yelling with the pain of the first shovelful； then； vaulting suddenly over a pew； he ran for the door。
There he was encountered by Sam Cole； an accomplished cudgel…player； who parried his blows coolly； and gave him a severe rap on the head that dazzled him。 But he fought on； till he heard footsteps coming behind him； and then rage and despair seized him； he drew back； shifted his hammer into his right hand and hurled it with all his force at Cole's breast； for he feared to miss his head。 Had it struck him on the breast； delivered as it was； it would probably have smashed his breastbone； and killed him； but it struck him on his throat； which was； in some degree； protected by a muffler： it struck him and sent him flying like a feather： he fell on his back in the porch； yards from where he received that prodigious blow。
Henry was bounding out after him； when he was seized from behind； and the next moment another seized him too； and his right hand was now disarmed by throwing away the hammer。
He struggled furiously with them； and twice he shook them off； and struck them with his fist； and jobbed them with his shovel quick and short； as a horse kicking。
But one was cunning enough to make a feint at his face； and then fell down and lay hold of his knees： he was about to pulverize this fellow with one blow of his shovel； when the other flung his arms round him。 It became a mere struggle。 Such was his fury and his vigor； however； that they could not master him。 He played his head like a snake； so that they could not seize him disadvantageously； and at last he dropped his shovel and got them both by the throat； and grasped them so fiercely that their faces were purple； and their eyes beginning to fix； when to his dismay； he received a violent blow on the right arm that nearly broke it： he let go； with a cry of pain； and with his left hand twisted the other man round so quickly； that he received the next blow of Cole's cudgel。 Then he dashed his left fist into Cole's eye； who staggered； but still barred the way； so Little rushed upon him； and got him by the throat； and would soon have settled him： but the others recovered themselves ere he could squeeze all the wind out of Cole； and it became a struggle of three to one。
He dragged them all three about with him； he kicked； he hit； he did every thing that a man with one hand； and a lion's heart； could do。
But gradually they got the better of him； and at last it came to this； that two were struggling on the ground with him； and Cole standing over them all three； ready to strike。
〃Now； hold him so； while I settle him；〃 cried Cole； and raised his murderous cudgel。
It came down on Little's shoulder； and only just missed his head。
Again it came down； and with terrible force。
Up to this time he had fought as mute as a fox。 But now that it had come to mere butchery； he cried out； in his agony； 〃They'll kill me。 My mother！ Help！ Murder！ Help！〃
〃Ay！ thou'lt never forge no more！〃 roared Cole； and thwack came down the crushing bludgeon。
〃Help！ Murder！ Help！〃 screamed the victim； more faintly； and at the next blow more faintly still。
But again the murderous cudgel was lifted high； to descend upon his young head。
As the confederates held the now breathless and despairing victim to receive the blow； and the butcher； with one eye closed by Henry's fist； but the other gleaming savagely； raised the cudgel to finish him； Henry saw a huge tongue of flame pour out at them all； from outside the church； and a report； that sounded like a cannon； was accompanied by the vicious ping of shot。 Cole screamed and yelled； and dropped his cudgel； and his face was covered with blood in a moment； he yelled； and covered his face with his hands； and instantly came another flash； another report； another cruel ping of shot； and this time his hands were covered with blood。
The others rolled yelling out of the line of fire； and ran up the aisle for their lives。
Cole； yelling； tried to follow； but Henry； though sick and weak with the blows； caught him； and clung to his knees； and the next moment the place was filled with men carrying torches and gleaming swords； and led by a gentleman； who stood over Henry； in evening dress； but with the haughty expanded nostrils； the brilliant black eyes； and all the features of that knight in rusty armor who had come to him in his dream and left him with scorn。
At this moment a crash was heard： two of the culprits； with desperate agility； had leaped on to the vestry chest； and from that on to the horse； and from him headlong out of the window。
Mr。 Raby dispatched all his men but one in pursuit； with this brief order〃Take them； alive or deaddoesn't matter whichthey are only cutlers； and cowards。〃
His next word was to Cole。 〃What； three blackguards to one！that's how Hillsborough fights； eh？〃
〃I'm not a blackguard；〃 said Henry； faintly。
〃That remains to be proved； sir；〃 said Raby； grimly。
Henry made answer by fainting away。
CHAPTER XVI。
When Henry Little came to himself； he was seated on men's hands； and being carried through the keen refreshing air。 Mr。 Raby was striding on in front； the horse's hoofs were clamping along on the hard road behind； and he himself was surrounded by swordsmen in fantastic dresses。
He opened his eyes； and thought； of course； it was another vision。 But no； the man； with whose blows his body was sore； and his right arm utterly numbed； walked close to him between two sword…dancers with Raby…marks and Little…marks upon him； viz。； a face spotted with blood； and a black eye。
Little sighed。
〃Eh； that's music to me；〃 said a friendly voice close to him。 It was the King George of the lyrical drama； and； out of poetry； George the blacksmith。
〃What； it is you； is it？〃 said Little。
〃Ay； sir； and a joyful man to hear you speak again