The man attending her drew his sword, and placed himself in the way of the horseman; but the latter cut him down, and raised the sword to strike full at the girl, when Philip shot him through the head.
Instantly another horseman, with a shout of recognition, rode at him.

Philip thrust his still smoking pistol in his holster, and drew his sword.
"This is more than I hoped for," his assailant said, as he dealt a sweeping blow at him.
"Do not congratulate yourself too soon," Philip replied, as he guarded the blow and, lunging in return, the point glided off his adversary's armour.
He parried again; and then, with a back-handed sweep, he struck his opponent on the neck with his whole force.

Coming out to take part in a Huguenot hunt, in which he expected no opposition, the knight had left his helmet behind him; and fell from his horse, with his head half severed from his body.
In the meantime the two men-at-arms and Pierre had driven back the mob of townsmen; who, however, having massacred most of the unresisting Huguenots, were surging up round them.
"Give me your hand, mademoiselle, and put your foot on mine," Philip exclaimed to the girl, who was still standing close to him.
"Pierre," he shouted as, bewildered by the uproar, the girl instinctively obeyed the order, "take this woman up behind you." Pierre made his horse plunge, and so freed himself from those attacking him.

Then, reining round, he rode to Philip's side, and helped the companion of the young lady to the croup of his saddle; Philip dashing forward, to free his two followers from their numerous assailants.
"To the left, Eustace;" and, cutting their way through the crowd, the three horsemen freed themselves and, as they dashed off, were joined by Pierre.
"We must work back by the way we came, Monsieur Philip," Pierre said.

"There is another body coming up in front, to cut off fugitives; and that was why I shouted to you." In a minute or two they were out of the wood.