Mike was engaged in a single combat with one of the horsemen, and had just run his opponent through when Desmond shouted to him; so, turning, he galloped after his master.
They were not pursued.

The fall of their leader had, for the moment, paralysed the band, and while three or four of them remained by the carriage--whose last defender had fallen--the others, dismounting, ran to where the vicomte was lying.
"That has been a tough business, your honour," Mike said, as he joined his master.

"It is right you were, sir, when you told me that you were afraid that rascal would try and hinder us on our way.

Sure it has been a bad business, altogether.

Monsieur Philip is killed, and the baron, too, I suppose, and all the others, and Miss Anne has fallen into the hands of that villain again." "I do not think that the baron has been hurt, Mike.