Then a look of great longing came into his face as he glanced up at the turret window.
While he debated, a messenger arrived with news that Alexander McDonnell and his men were at hand, and that the English--seeing their constable hang from the walls on one side (for we had found his body, and displayed it thus as a signal of our triumph), and hearing the shouts of the McDonnells on the other--were falling back, and making ready to turn tail.
It was even so.

While he spoke, we could see on the cliffs eastward the McDonnell standard, and hear the shouts of Alexander's company as they bore down upon the English, who for a moment ceased their assault on the castle, and turned doubtfully to face them.
Ludar laughed.
"If Alexander be there," said he, "our minds may be easy.

Call in our men, and keep them within the walls.

For he who yielded me the glory of taking Dunluce, shall not be robbed by me of the glory of sending these knaves packing.

It needs not two McDonnells to do that.