A new entry in The Recruiting Matter – Mission to Save Eleanor. Jason is in back of Smith’s house. Instead of getting pounded in the back with a spike club, Jason is watching Charles Wayland beat on Alfred Redman. But Findley Brown has recovered enough to tame Charles. It is up to Jason to take on Alfred. This time he is ready.
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Jason – on the stairs in back of Smith’s house
Jason steadied himself as he watched Wayland swing the wooden paddle with remarkable speed and accuracy. Alfred, caught unawares, blocked most blows but was pushed down the stairs towards Jason. Jason grabbed Findley Brown’s sword and approached the two fighting men. Alfred shouted as he blocked each blow of Wayland’s, “Didn’t your mother tell you not to play with sharp objects, McNeill?” At that moment Wayland tensed and shook as if in a seizure. Alfred paused with derision and swung his fist hard at the helpless Wayland’s face. Charles Wayland dropped immediately. From behind, Jason heard the thick voice of Findley saying, “You have my sword, you stinking farm hand.” Jason glanced behind to see Findley hitting his wrist a second time and Wayland twitching as a result. Jason gripped the sword harder in anger.
Alfred said, “Well timed, Mr. Brown. Attend to Mr. Wayland. I will retrieve your precious sword,” and Findley stumbled up the stairs past Jason. Jason wouldn’t be surprised by Alfred’s strength or agility this time. Alfred held his bat high and then swung. Jason dodged right and swung the sabre in a wide slash. It made contact but had no visible effect. Alfred grunted and his speed slowed, but that was all. Jason’s truncheon was at the bottom of the stairs. He jumped down to the bottom and picked it up. Alfred eyed him with a slight cockeyed view as if he discovered something distasteful on his plate. Jason looked at the sword, shook his head and then threw it as hard as he could at the door. It embedded itself two inches into the door near Findley and wobbled back and forth. Findley may a cry of surprise.
Jason sneered, “Take your sword, Findley. It was slowing me down.”
Alfred pursed his lips, stared at Jason, took a ready position, and then said over his shoulder, “I said, get inside and take Wayland with you. Now!”
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