The Darleys are not the only ones who know how to treat a fallen enemy.

Your creel, sir; and you are welcome to our trout." Ralph took the basket without a word, and without taking his eyes from Mark's, while it seemed as if each lad was fighting hard not to be the first to let his glance sink before the other's.
Then Ralph raised the lid of the creel, and began to take out the fish, but hesitated, and laid them back.

To have thrown them on the ground seemed to him contemptible and mean.
"Now go," said Mark.

"You and I are straight, sir.

Next time we meet I hope you will wear your sword." Ralph hesitated, and remained standing in the same place; his eyes looking as if he wanted to speak, but no words would come; and at last he turned and took a step to go, but his numbed feet and ankles gave way beneath him, and he tottered, and would have fallen, had not Mark involuntarily sprung forward and caught him in his arms.
Ralph laughed painfully.
"Let me sit down on the enemy's ground for a few minutes," he said.
"Your men have left me no use in my limbs." Mark gently let him down; and, faint with pain, the cold sweat breaking out in great drops all over his brow, Ralph said feebly, smiling the while: "Not straight yet, Master Eden.