Chapter 48

“Did you, sir?” he said. “Well, I thought it would be a good thing if I was thought to be going.” “And it has been,” agreed Anthony, looking down at his prostrate foe. To his surprise there was a slight smile on the stranger’s face. “May I get up, gentlemen?” he inquired. “You are three to one.” Anthony kindly hauled him on to his legs. The stranger settled his coat, pulled up his collar, and directed a keen look at Battle. “I demand pardon,” he said, “but do I understand that you are a representative from Scotland…