But the soldier arrested the weapon, and at the same instant closing upon the assassin, with a turn of his foot threw him to the ground.

Heselrigge, as he lay prostrate, seeing his dagger in his adversary's hand, with the most dastardly promises implored for life.
"Monster!" cried the soldier, "I wold not pollute my honest hands with such unnatural blood.

Neither, though thy hand has been lifted against my life, would I willingly take thine.

It is not rebellion against my commander that actuates me, but hatred of the vilest of murderers.

I go far from you, or your power; but if you forswear your voluntary oath, and attempt to seek me out for vengeance, remember it is a soldier of the cross you pursue, and a dire retribution shall be demanded by Heaven, at a moment you cannot avoid, and with a horror commensurate with your crimes." There was a solemnity and determination in the voice and manner of the soldier that paralyzed the intimidated soul of the governor; he trembled violently, and repeating the oath of leaving Grimsby unmolested, at last obtained his permission to return to Lanark.