I was opposite the point of his sword; I saw it touch the Captain's left shoulder.

In the same instant of time my master struck up his opponent's sword with his own weapon, seized Mr.Varleigh's right wrist in his left hand, and passed his sword clean through Mr.Varleigh's breast.

He fell, the victim of a murderous trick--fell without a word or a cry.
The Captain turned slowly, and faced me with his bloody sword in his hand.

I can't tell you how he looked; I can only say that the sight of him turned me faint with terror.

I was at Waterloo--I am no coward.