Mr.Shuan and five more were either killed outright or thoroughly disabled; but of these, two fell by my hand, the two that came by the skylight.

Four more were hurt, and of that number, one (and he not the least important) got his hurt from me.

So that, altogether, I did my fair share both of the killing and the wounding, and might have claimed a place in Alan's verses.

But poets have to think upon their rhymes; and in good prose talk, Alan always did me more than justice.
In the meanwhile, I was innocent of any wrong being done me.

For not only I knew no word of the Gaelic; but what with the long suspense of the waiting, and the scurry and strain of our two spirts of fighting, and more than all, the horror I had of some of my own share in it, the thing was no sooner over than I was glad to stagger to a seat.