The Skeleton Band did give way. They had never met with such a fierce resistance before in all their lives. They retreated in dumb terror before Wildfire Ned. That brave youth rushed here, there and everywhere among his bloodthirsty foes, as if he courted death itself. [Pg 16] [Pg 16] But no harm came to him. His life was charmed, but he knew it not. As if he had the strength of a young lion he fought his way to where Death-wing was, hand to hand with Garnet. The lieutenant was struck to the ground, and in a moment would have been despatched. Ned rushed to the rescue. He stood over the body of the fallen sailor. He confronted Death-wing face to face. The Skeleton Chief retreated a step or two in fear from Wildfire Ned. “I have tried to avoid you, but cannot,” he gasped; “wherever I go you are in my way. Retire, boy, or I’ll cleave ye in twain.” “From you! Never!” said Ned, “never, while I have health left in my body or strength to wield a sword!” With these words he rushed at the grim chief, and again their weapons clashed in deadly conflict. Sparks flew from their flashing blades. Ned was getting weaker and weaker. His legs trembled violently.
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