The sight of her and the music of her voice had so enthralled me that I had made no plan as to my own conduct.

But this sudden peril put fire into my heels, and in a second I was at his side.

I had brought from home a stout shepherd's staff, with which I struck the muzzle upwards.

The pistol went off in a great stench of powder, but the bullet wandered to the clouds.
Muckle John let the thing fall into the moss, and plucked another weapon from his belt.

This was an ugly knife, such as a cobbler uses for paring hides.