It served only to rid me of one of the company.

Yet I got my feet again under me, when the other two made at me, as well as the two who had fled from you.
Among them all I got these scratches.

When the fifth came, who had seen the poet aloft, I knew I could hold ground no longer; so I gave way, as you saw, and made for your barrier.

After that you know, and how the maiden stood by us all through, and in the end fetched the pistol which finished the business.

Had these villains but been armed, it is they who would have buried us.