In the sequel it will be seen how fortunate this thrust was for Jane Seton.
"Now, hold thee, Vipont!" cried Leslie, through his barred helmet, as he ran up at that moment, "by all the powers, thou hast slain the king's advocate!"
"Be easy," said Roland, smiling, as he carefully sheathed his sword; "dost think the devil dies so readily?"
"'S death! art thou not mad, to be fencing here like a French sword-player when our trumpets are sounding?" said Leslie, as he assisted Redhall to rise. "You are not wounded, my lord, I hope?"
"'Tis only a stab like a button-hole—pshaw! I will make a sure account of it," said Redhall, wrapping his cloak about him, and striking the hilt of his sword into the top of the empty sheath.
"A good day to thee, thou hypocrite and assassin in black taffeta," said Roland, leaping on his caparisoned horse, which Lintstock led up at that moment.
"Farewell, thou ruffian and cut-throat in plate and cloth-of-gold," replied Redhall, in the same tone of fierce irony.
"I will remember thy politeness, Sir Adam."
"I will not forget thine, Sir Roland;—adieu."
And thus they separated, with bent brows, and eyes and hearts full of fire and hatred.