On a palfrey in their centre was a young lady whom they were apparently escorting.

They were but twenty yards away when he emerged from the wood, and on seeing him they drew their claymores and rushed upon him.

Perceiving that flight from these swift footed mountaineers would be impossible, Archie threw down his bow and arrows, and, drawing his sword, placed his back against a tree, and prepared to defend himself until the last.
Parrying the blows of the first two who arrived he stretched them dead upon the ground, and was then at once attacked by the whole of the party together.

Two more of his assailants fell by his sword; but he must have been soon overpowered and slain, when the young lady, whose cries to her followers to cease had been unheeded in the din of the conflict, spurred her palfrey forward and broke into the ring gathered round Archie.
The clansmen drew back a pace, and Archie lowered his sword.
"Desist," she cried to the former in a tone of command, "or my uncle Alexander will make you rue the day when you disobeyed my orders.
I will answer for this young knight.

And now, sir," she said, turning to Archie, "do you surrender your sword to me, and yield yourself up a prisoner.