So saying, he cantered forward, followed by the retainer, whose comrade also fell in as they passed him.

“Look to your arquebuses,” Philip said to the two men on the box, and at the same time called up Mike and the two men, from behind.

“A tree has fallen across the road,” he said to them, “and it is possible that this may be an ambush, and that we may be attacked, so hold yourselves in readiness, look to your pistols, and see that the priming is all right in the pans.”

Then they went to the door of the carriage.

“It is just possible that we are going to have trouble, Anne,” Philip said.  “Remember what I told you last night, and on no account move from your seat, whatever may take place.”

As he spoke, there was a discharge of firearms in front, and at the same moment a score of horsemen broke from the trees, and rode down upon the carriage.  Their leader was masked.

As they came up, the coachman and Eustace discharged their arquebuses, emptying two saddles.  Then, drawing their swords, both leapt to the ground.  In the meantime Philip, Desmond, and the three men dashed at their assailants.  Philip made for their leader, who, he doubted not, was the Vicomte de Tulle, but the latter drew a pistol and fired, when he was within a horse’s length of him.  The young man swayed in his saddle, and fell heavily to the ground, while a piercing cry from the carriage rose in the air.

Desmond, after cutting down the first man he encountered, turned his horse and attacked the masked figure, who met him with a fury that showed he was animated by personal animosity.  His skill in fencing, however, gave him but slight advantage in such an encounter, while Desmond’s exercise with the sabre, in the regimental salle d’armes, was now most useful to him.  Enraged at the fall of his friend, and seeing that there was but a moment to spare, for already some of the other assailants were coming to the assistance of their chief, he showered his blows with such vehemence and fury that his opponent had enough to do to guard his head, without striking a blow in return.

Seeing in a moment that he would be surrounded, Desmond made a last effort.  The vicomte’s weapon shivered at the stroke, but it somewhat diverted the direction of the blow, and instead of striking him full on the head, the sword shore down his cheek, inflicting a ghastly wound, carrying away an ear as well as the cheek from the eye to the chin.  Then, wheeling his horse, he dashed at two men who were riding at him.

The attack was so sudden that one of their horses swerved, and Desmond, touching his charger’s flank with a spur, rode at him and hurled horse and rider to the ground.  A backhanded blow struck his other opponent full in the throat, and then he dashed into the wood, shouting to Mike to follow him.

The two servitors had both fallen, and the greater part of the assailants were gathered round the carriage.  Mike was engaged in a single combat with one of the horsemen, and had just run his opponent through when Desmond shouted to him; so, turning, he galloped after his master.