Lindsay greeted him vociferously.
"So you have gone up another step above me," he laughed.

"Never was a fellow with such luck as you have.

Saved the king's life, I hear.
Tumbled over scores of Russians.

Won the victory with your own sword." "Not quite as much as that, Lindsay," Fergus laughed.

"The scores of Cossacks come down to three, of whom one my horse tumbled over, and I managed the other two.