He pulled the belt rudely off, terrifying the prostrate bonnet maker still more by the regardless violence which he used, as, instead of taking the pains to unbuckle the strap, he drew till the fastening gave way.

But apparently it contained nothing to his mind.

He threw it carelessly from him, and at the same time suffered the dismounted cavalier to rise, while he himself remounted his hobbler, and looked towards the rest of Oliver's party, who were now advancing.
When they had seen their delegate overthrown, there was some laughter; so much had the vaunting humor of the bonnet maker prepared his friends to rejoice when, as Henry Smith termed it, they saw the Oliver meet with a Rowland.

But when the bonnet maker's adversary was seen to bestride him, and handle him in the manner described, the armourer could hold out no longer.
"Please you, good Master Bailie, I cannot endure to see our townsman beaten and rifled, and like to be murdered before us all.

It reflects upon the Fair Town, and if it is neighbour Proudfute's misfortune, it is our shame.