"Just in time, Jack! Take off the second cur, that's a sweet boy!"

Now I carried no sword; but seizing the tankard from the potboy's
hand, I hurl'd it at the dog-fac'd trooper. It struck him fair
between the shoulder blades; and with a yell of pain he spun round
and came toward me, his point glittering in a way that turn'd me
cold. I gave back a pace, snatch'd up a chair (that luckily had a
wooden seat) and with my back against the door, waited his charge.

'Twas in this posture that, flinging a glance across the room, I saw
the Captain's sword describe a small circle of light, and next
moment, with a sharp cry, Anthony caught at the blade, and stagger'd
against the wall, pinn'd through the chest to the wainscoting.

"Out with the lights, Dick!" bawl'd Settle, tugging out his point.
"Quick, fool--the window!"

Dick, with a back sweep of his hand, sent the candles flying off the
shelf; and, save for the flicker of the hearth, we were in darkness.
I felt, rather than saw, his rush toward me; leap'd aside; and
brought down my chair with a crash on his skull. He went down like
a ninepin, but scrambled up in a trice, and was running for the
window.

There was a shout below as the Captain thrust the lattice open:
another, and the two dark forms had clambered through the purple
square of the casement, and dropped into the bowling-green below.

By this, I had made my way across the room, and found Anthony sunk