Well, we are going to fight.

I'll expose myself like a maniac, giving my adversary all the advantages, but it will avail me nothing.

Though he shoot at fifteen paces, or even ten or five, at his very pistol's point, he will miss me, or his pistol will miss fire.

And all this wonderful luck that some fine day when I least expect it, I may die pulling on my boots! But hush I here comes my adversary." As he spoke the upper half of three people could be seen ascending the same rough and rocky path that Roland and Sir John had followed, growing larger as they approached.

Roland counted them.
"Three!" he exclaimed.