At least, Lowes was captured.

But, having got him, his enemy did not proceed to cut him into gobbets,
or even to "wipe the floor" with him. Something lingering and long was
more to his taste; he would make Lowes "eat dirt." With every mark,
therefore, of ignominy and contempt, he dragged his fallen foe home to
Leehall, and there chained him near to the kitchen fire-place, leaving
just such length of chain loose as would enable the prisoner to sit with
the servants at meals. The position can scarcely have been altogether a
pleasing one to the servants, to say nothing of the prisoner. Doubtless
the former, or some of them, may have found a certain joy in baiting,
and in further humiliating, a helpless man, their master's beaten enemy.
Yet that pleasure, one would think, could scarcely atone for the
constant presence among them of an uninvited guest--a guest, too, who
had not much choice in the matter of personal cleanliness. However,
trifles of that nature did not greatly embarrass folk in days innocent
of sanitary science. As for Lowes, it must have been difficult so to act
consistent with the maintenance of any shred of dignity, or of
conciliatory cheerfulness. If, for example, the cook should happen of a
morning to have got out of bed "wrong foot first," how often must the
attentions of that domestic have taken the form of a pot or a pan, or
other domestic utensil, flung at his head. Here, no soft answer would be
likely to turn away wrath. On the spur of the moment, when a pot, or an
iron spit, has caught one on elbow or shins, it might not be altogether
easy to think promptly of the repartee likely to be the most
conciliating. And he could not "make himself scarce." The situation was
embarrassing.

Now, the law, in those breezy times, took small cognisance of such
little freaks as this; the law, indeed, was pretty powerless up among