On seeing him, Pillichody bolted across the street, and flourishing his sword, and uttering tremendous imprecations, held himself in readiness to beat an immediate retreat.

Not so Parravicin.

Instantly assailing the apprentice, he slightly wounded him in the arm.

Seeing how matters stood, and that victory was pretty certain to declare itself for his patron, Pillichody returned, and, attacking the apprentice, by their combined efforts, he was speedily disarmed.

Pillichody would have passed his sword through his body, but the knight stayed his hand.
"The fool has placed himself in our power," he said, "and he shall pay for his temerity; nevertheless, I will spare his life provided he assist us to get into the house, or will deliver up Nizza Macascree." "I will do neither," replied Leonard, fiercely.
Parravicin raised his sword, and was about to strike, when, at the moment, the basket was again quickly lowered to the ground.