"He has gotten a bite or two, but nothing that appears serious.

I think he has but fainted from pressure." Sholto bent down and with his dagger cut string by string the stout leathern twists which secured the knight's mail.

And as he did so his father widened it out with his powerful fingers to ease the weight upon the young man's chest.
Presently, with a long sigh, James Douglas opened his eyes.
"Where are the wolves ?" he said, with a grimace of disgust.

Sholto told him how all that were left alive had, for the present at least, disappeared.
"Ugh, the filthy brutes!" said Lord James.

"I fought till the stench of their hot breaths seemed to stifle me.