The lad parried it, and, leaping back, struck at the horse's leg.

The animal fell instantly, and as he did so Archie struck full on the helm of Sir John Kerr, stretching him on the ground beside his horse.
By this time the little party had retreated down the street until they were passing the house of Marion Bradfute.

The door opened, and Marion herself cried to them to enter.

So hemmed in were they, indeed, that further retreat was now impossible, and there being no time for hesitation, Wallace and his companions sprang in before their assailants could hinder them, and shut the door behind them.
"Marion," Wallace exclaimed, "why did you do this?
It mattered not were I killed or taken; but now you have brought danger upon yourself." "But it mattered much to me.

What would life be worth were you killed?
Think not of danger to me.