"Mine was shivered by a blow from the young McDonnell, and I am his prisoner.

But, by your leave," added he, looking hard at me, "did you call this honest lad Humphrey Dexter?
Why, may I perish if it is not the same swashbuckling ruffler I once knew in London town! I thought I had seen his gallows face before! Why, Humphrey, my lad, dost thou remember how I cracked thy skull at quarter-staff a year since in Finsbury Fields, and how thy Jack 'prentices groaned to see thee bite the dust?
I liked thee none the less for it, though I beat thee.

For 'twas a fair fight! Come, since 'tis thou, give us thy hand, and tell me how thou comest here amongst the enemies--" "Ay, ay, I'll tell you," said I, not wanting to hear the end of the sentence.
Sure enough, this was a brawling soldier lad I had once met in the fields--Jack Gedge, by name--with whom I had had a bout at the quarter- staff.

But he lied vilely when he said he beat me thereat; for, although he felled me once, I had him down three times, and the last time so that he had to be carried from the place by his legs and arms.
Howbeit, 'twas strange enough to see him here; and when, after the maiden had left us (having restored us our swords under promise of peace), I told him my story, he took my hand, and said, had he been in my shoes, he had been a traitor too.

Yet he thanked his God he stood in his own.
And now, it may have been ten o'clock, there came a great shouting and noise of guns from the outer walls, and presently Ludar came into the hold, sword in hand, and told us that Captain Merriman and his soldiers had arrived from Castleroe, and were preparing to assault the place.
"Humphrey," said he, "whate'er betide, I commit the maiden to your care, till this fighting be over.