It is time that we were at the wars, for our good swords will not bide in their scabbards.
Then a whistling sound as half a dozen swords were snatched from the scabbards.
Gads-daggers-belts-blades and scabbards, this is the very gentleman!
Their scabbards clanked among the bushes as they rushed through them.
Presently she sat up and felt quickly for the gun-butts in their ...