The first man that meddles, I'll shoot like a rabbit--by the Lord Harry, I will! You hear ?" He slipped the pistols into his pocket, pulled out two crown pieces, and tossed them to Prudy.
"That'll pay for the damage, I daresay." So, turning on his heel, he marched out, leaving them in the firelight.

The crowd in the passage fell back to right and left, and in a moment more he had disappeared into the black drizzle outside.
But the tradition of his feat survives, and the six holes in Prudy's panel still bear witness to its truth..