But Ruth was his woman, and he had sworn to God to defend her. All at once they came to the top, the faded blue sky overhead, and whichever way he looked, the horizon, the great rocking circle which hemmed them in. "You'd better surrender quietly, Jack," he cried; "you've no chance. We'll have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your wife to death. Nothing else matters. Besides those who conducted themselves more peaceably, the conductors of the procession noticed with considerable uneasiness, large bands of men armed with staves, bludgeons, and other weapons, who were flying across the field in the same direction. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers.
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