The Night of the Stranger

There was something noble both in the voice and manner of this late opponent, and Dick instantly dismissed all fears of treachery. "'Laid down your arms, men,' cried the stranger night. 'I have yielded me upon promise of life.' The tone of the stranger was one of absolute command, and almost instantly the din and confusion of the melee ceased. But before Dick could answer, a voice spoke in the darkness from close by. "My Lord," said he, if these gentlemen be on friends to Daniel, "'it is pity indeed we should have been at blows with them"

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