Two Companions of Jehu rolled upon the pavement, which they reddened with their blood.

The others, as if nothing had happened, still advanced with outstretched hands upon Sir John.

Sir John seized his pistols by the muzzle, using them like hammers.

He was vigorous and the struggle was long.

For ten minutes, a confused group tussled in the centre of the choir; then this violent commotion ceased, and the Companions of Jehu drew away to right and left, and regained their stalls, leaving Sir John bound with their girdles and lying upon the pedestal in the choir.
"Have you commended your soul to God ?" asked the monk at the altar.
"Yes, assassin," answered Sir John; "you may strike." The monk took a dagger from the altar, advanced with uplifted arm, and, standing over Sir John, levelled the dagger at his breast: "Sir John Tanlay," he said, "you are a brave man, and doubtless a man of honor.
Swear that you will never breathe a syllable of what you have seen; swear that under no circumstances, whatever they may be, you will recognize us, and we will spare your life." "As soon as I leave here," replied Sir John, "I shall denounce you.