Then the point of his foe's weapon threatened his
throat, and the word "Surrender!" was thundered in his ears.
Instead of complying, he fell from his horse as if shot, lay still
an instant, and then in the confusion of the melee glided through an
adjacent basement door and disappeared. Seeing him fall, his mother
uttered a wild shriek and gave way to almost hysterical grief. A
backward glance revealed to Whately that the fight was lost, or
rather that it had been hopeless from the first, and his one thought
now was to escape and lead back a larger force for the purposes of
both rescue and vengeance. Gaining a rear door, a bound took him to
some shrubbery. A second later he was behind the kitchen. Aun' Suke
saw him, threw up her hands, and uttered an inarticulate cry. A
moment or two more and he was in the stable, leading out a horse.
All attention was now so concentrated in front of the mansion that
he was not observed. He took only time to slip on a bridle, then
springing on the animal's bare back, he struck into a field behind a
clump of trees.
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