"Forward, lamefoot!"
he shouted in an awe-inspiring voice.
"Forward, lazybones, smuggler, pale-face,
or I shall tickle you with my heel!
What are you doing here between towers?
The top of the tower is where you belong.
You ought to be locked up;
you block the way for one better than yourself."
And with every word he came closer and closer;
but when he was but one step behind,
the dreadful thing happened which made
every mouth dumb and every eye rigid:
he uttered a devilish cry
and jumped over the man
who stood in his way.
THE DARK HORSE YEAR
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