Ere he reached him, however, he made an attempt to rise, but only to stagger and fall again.
'Curse you for a roundhead!' he cried; 'you've twisted some of my tackle.

I can't stand.' 'I'm sorry,' returned Richard, 'but why did you bare bilbo on a naked man?
A right malignant you are!' 'Did I ?' returned Scudamore.

'You laid hands on me so suddenly! I ask your pardon.' Accepting the offered aid of Richard, he rose; but his right knee was so much hurt that he could not walk a step without great pain.

Full of regret for the suffering he had caused, Richard lifted him in his arms, and seated him on a low wall of earth, which was all that here inclosed lady Vaughan's shrubbery; then, breaking through the hedge on the opposite side of the way, presently returned with the rapier, and handed it to him.

Scudamore accepted it courteously, with difficulty replaced it in its sheath, rose, and once more attempted to walk, but gave a groan, and would have fallen had not Richard caught him.
'The devil is in it!' he cried, with more annoyance than anger.