One small consolation Wogan had; the fellow picked it up with his left hand, his right elbow was still useless.

But even that consolation lasted him for no long time, for out of the tail of his eye he could see the big fellow creeping up with his stick raised along the wall at his right.
Wogan suddenly pressed upon his opponent, delivering thrust upon thrust, and forced him to give ground.

As the swordsman drew back, Wogan swept his weapon round and slashed at the man upon his right.

But the stroke was wide of its mark, and the big man struck at the sword with his stick, struck with all his might, so that Wogan's arm tingled from the wrist to the shoulder.

That, however, was the least part of the damage the stick did.