"Oh, Guardy, have you been shot at ?" "It looks like it, dear.

Two gentlemen highwaymen--at least, that is what I believe they call themselves--asked us pressingly to stop, and as we would not comply with their request, one fired at me, and, as you see, it was an uncommonly good shot.

The other was about to fire when Mark's pistol put a stop to him, and his second barrel stopped the fellow who had fired first; he was hit, for we heard him give an exclamation of pain, but before any more shooting could be done he turned and rode off down a narrow lane where we could not follow." "And what became of the first ?" Millicent asked with open eyes.
"He was dead before we could get down to examine him; he will not disturb the King's peace again.

It happened about four miles from home, so we brought him in and gave him and his horse into the charge of the constable at Reigate." "And you have really killed a man ?" Millicent said, looking up with an awestruck expression to Mark.
"Well, as the man would have killed us if I hadn't, I cannot say, Millicent, that his death weighs in any way heavily on my mind.

If he were as good a shot as the other, my father's life would not have been worth much, for as we were driving fast, he was not above half as far away as the other had been when he fired.