CHAPTER XVIII.
THE EXPLANATION.
Uttering an exclamation of rage, Catesby turned fiercely upon Fawkes, and for a moment appeared disposed to accept his invitation to continue the combat with him.

But as he regarded the other's haggard features, and perceived in them the traces of his recent struggle with death--as he saw he was scarcely able to wield the blade he opposed against him--his wrath changed to compassion, and he sheathed his sword.

By this time, Humphrey Chetham had sprung to his feet, and picking up his fallen weapon, stood on his defence.

But finding that Catesby meditated no further hostilities, he returned it to the scabbard.
"I owe my life to you," he said to Guy Fawkes, in a tone of deep gratitude.
"You owe it to Viviana Radcliffe, not to me," returned Fawkes feebly, and leaning upon his sword for support.

"Had it not been for her cries, I should have known nothing of this quarrel.