The next stroke took him on the lips, knocking out a tooth and sending him backwards.

Then I caught him by the leg and beat him most unmercifully, not upon the head indeed, for now that I was victor I did not wish to kill one whom I thought a madman as I would that I had done, but on every other part of him.
Indeed I thrashed him till my arms were weary and then I fell to kicking him, and all the while he writhed like a wounded snake and cursed horribly, though he never cried out or asked for mercy.

At last I ceased and looked at him, and he was no pretty sight to see--indeed, what with his cuts and bruises and the mire of the roadway, it would have been hard to know him for the gallant cavalier whom I had met not five minutes before.

But uglier than all his hurts was the look in his wicked eyes as he lay there on his back in the pathway and glared up at me.
'Now, friend Spaniard,' I said, 'you have learned a lesson; and what is there to hinder me from treating you as you would have dealt with me who had never harmed you ?' and I took up his sword and held it to his throat.
'Strike home, you accursed whelp!' he answered in a broken voice; 'it is better to die than to live to remember such shame as this.' 'No,' I said, 'I am no foreign murderer to kill a defenceless man.

You shall away to the justice to answer for yourself.