Furious at finding himself incapable of either defending himself, or of striking a blow, the squire threw away his lance, and drew his sword.
Hotspur shouted, at the top of his voice: "A breach of the rules! A breach of the rules! The combat is at an end." But his words were unheard, in the helmet.

Making his horse wheel round on his hind legs, Sinclair rode at Oswald with uplifted sword.

The latter again couched his spear under his arm and, touching his horse with his spur, the animal sprung forward; and before the sword could fall, the point of the spear caught the squire under the armpit, and hurled him sideways from his saddle.
Hotspur and those round him ran forward.

Sinclair lay without moving, stunned by the force with which he had fallen.

Oswald had already leapt from his horse, and raised Sinclair's head, and began to unlace the fastenings of his helmet.