The Pirate Woman by A E Dingle Chapter 21 Page 7

passions, he drove his point first at one, then at the other, stabbing through the involved silk and skins.

In his furious haste to complete his murderous work, he sprang forward carelessly, his foot became entangled, and he pitched face downward upon his victims. Now Pearse seized the opening; but when he arose, stumblingly, there was a different expression on his face, a horror-stricken realization of Tomlin’s treachery. Venner lay, still unable to disentangle himself, but slightly hurt, and he, too, regarded Tomlin with a look of sorrow and reawakening sanity.

“Up, murderer, and fight!” rasped Pearse, stepping astride Venner and glaring down at Tomlin. “Venner, draw aside. Let me punish this scoundrel we have called friend; then meet me if you wish.”