Set in the late sixteenth century and couched in slightly archaic English, this adventure follows printer's apprentice -- a young lad caught up in all sorts of trouble, and drawn to Ludar, a young Irish rebel.
h as his own shoulders, and heard the triumphal shouts of his fellows. After him, one by one, came the picked men of either side, but at each leap the bar sprung into the air, and the champions retired worsted from the contest.
Then came my turn. I dared to dart a hurried glance where stood the only onlooker whose applause I coveted. And she turned her head towards me.
So I took my run and cleared the bar.
"A match! a match!" cried the crowd, closing in a step; "a match between Will Peake and Humphrey Dexter."
"And take my sword and cloak," shouted a Bridge boy, who owned neither, "if Will Peake do not over-jump the printer's devil's head."
This made me angry. Not that I cared for the gibe; but because I disliked that one there should hear me called by so graceless a name.
Well, we jumped once more; but this time I dared not look anywhere, but straight before me. Yet I cleared the bar.
Whereupon the Bridge boys vaunted themselves more soberly, and he who had of