John leapt upon him, and he went down.
"Is he pierced ?" muttered Eve.
"Nay, missed," answered Dick, "by half an inch.

Ah, I thought so!" As the words left his lips Clavering fell sprawling on his back, for Hugh had caught his leg with his left arm and thrown him, so that they lay both together on the ground.
There they closed, rolling over each other, but too close to stab.
"Now good-night, John," said Dick, with his hoarse chuckle.

"Throat him, master--throat him!" The flurry in the snow was at an end.

John lay on his back, de Cressi knelt on him and lifted his short sword.
"Do you yield ?" men heard him say.
"Nay," answered Clavering.

Then suddenly Hugh rose and suffered his adversary to do likewise.
"I'll not stick you like a hog!" he said, and some cried, "Well done!" for the act seemed noble.