"Sawney with a sword!" And he plucked forth his own blade, and bent it on the floor.
Ringan smiled gently, "Thee must grant me the first favour," he said, "for I am the challenger, if that be the right word of the carnally minded." And standing up, he picked up the blade from beside him, and bowed to the leader from Gracedieu.
Nothing loath he engaged, and the others stood back expecting a high fiasco.

They saw it.

Ringan's sword played like lightning round the wretched youth, it twitched the blade from his grasp, and forced him back with a very white face to the door.

In less than a minute, it seemed, he was there, and as he yielded so did the door, and he disappeared into the night.

He did not return, so I knew that Ringan must have spoke a word to Faulkner.
"Now for the next bloody-minded pirate," cried Ringan, and the next with a very wry face stood up.