Arthur Conan Doyle,
Micah Clarke — Chapter VII
(1889)
“ The peasants cried out for the blood of the Scot, and he was forced to fly aboard the ships. A sad mishap it is, for he was a skilful leader and a veteran soldier.''Aye, aye,' cried Saxon impatiently, 'there will be some more skilful leaders and veteran soldiers in the West presently to take his place. But if he knew the usages of war, how came it that he should fight upon a private quarrel at such a time?' He drew a flat brown book from his bosom, and ran his long thin finger down the table of contents. ”
