"I will drag
thee to the hangman."
"Call in thy fellows, and thou shalt see whether I will yield," rejoined
Mompesson, with a laugh of defiance.
"I have none at my back," rejoined Osmond; "I will force thee to follow
me alone!"
"Thou _art_ alone then!" roared Mompesson; "that is all I desired!"
And, without a word more, he commenced the attack. During the brief
colloquy just detailed, he had noticed that his enemy was doubly armed,
and before beginning the conflict he drew his own dagger, so that there
was no greater advantage on one side than the other.
Both were admirable swordsmen, and in strength they were nearly
matched; but the combat was conducted with a ferocity that almost set
skill at defiance.
After the exchange of a few desperate passes, they closed; and in the
terrific struggle that ensued the lamp was extinguished.
The profound darkness prevented them from seeing the frightful wounds
they inflicted on each other; but both knew they were severely hurt,
though each hoped he was not so much injured as his adversary.
Exhausted, at length, by loss of blood, and ready to drop, they released
each other by mutual consent; and, after making a few more feeble and
ineffectual thrusts, leaned upon their swords for support.
"Wilt thou yield now, villain?" demanded Osmond, in a hoarse voice. "Or
must I finish thee outright?"
"Finish me!" echoed Mompesson, in tones equally hoarse.
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