I can remember, occupied as I was with the sturdy rogue who flew at me, how noble he looked, as, with head erect and visage calm, he parried blow after blow, stepping back slowly towards the rock.
'Twas a sharp fight while it lasted; for, though Ludar made short work of his first man, the other three were stubborn villains, and, being well-fed and well-armed, put us hard to it.
Presently, he on the horse, enraged that, for all his advantage, he got no closer to his foe, pulled out a pistol from his holster and levelled it full at the Don's head.
With a shout like a lion's, Ludar flung away his own assailant, and rushed between the two, dealing the horseman a blow which sent him headlong from his saddle and echoed among the rocks like a crack of thunder.
He was none too soon, for the shot had flashed before ever the blow fell, and, only half diverted, rattled on the Don's breastplate, hard enough to fell and draw blood, though, happily, not hard enough to kill.
After that, Ludar and I had a merry time of it, with our backs against the rock, and four swords hacking at our two.

I know not how it was; but as I found myself thus foot to foot again with my dearest friend, listening to his short, sharp battle snort, and seeing ever and anon the flash of his trusty steel at my side, I felt happy, and could have wished the battle to last an hour.

I forgot all about my Queen, and, but for sundry knocks and cuts, had half forgotten my adversaries themselves.

Nor were they any the better off for my daydream; for the four swords against us presently became but two, and these ere long were in the hands of flying men.
When we had leisure to look at one another and see how we stood, we found we had been playing no child's play.

Ludar was pale, his sleeve was bloody, and his sword broken in two.