Hugh, leaping over a heap of dead and dying, saw in front of him a knight who wore a helmet shaped like a wolf's head and had a wolf painted upon his shield.

The wolf knight charged at him as though he sought him alone.

An arrow from behind--it was Grey Dick's--sank up to the feathers in the horse's neck, and down it came.
The rider shook himself clear and began to fight.

Hugh was beaten to his knee beneath a heavy blow that his helm turned.

He rose unhurt and rushed at the knight, who, in avoiding his onset, caught his spur on the body of a dead man and fell backward.
Hugh leapt on to him, striving to thrust his sword up beneath his gorget and make an end of him.
"Grace!" said the knight in French, "I yield me." "We take no prisoners," answered Hugh, as he thrust again.
"Pity, then," said the knight.