Chapter 21 CHAPTER XXI

"I fought with my friend last night.

And it was not with honest swords;

No steel sprang out to gleam and bite

We fought with poor, mean words."

THERE was a moment's silence, then Feathers went forward. The riotous blood in his veins had quieted and he felt a little cold and breathless.

"Hullo!" he said.

Chris looked up.

"Hullo!