While he was still submerged, Dick forced his dagger from his grasp, and rose to his feet victorious.
"Yield ye!" he said. "I give you life."
"I yield me," said the other, getting to his knees. "Ye fight, like a young man, ignorantly and foolhardily; but, by the array of the saints, ye fight bravely!"
Dick turned to the beach. The combat was still raging doubtfully in the night; over the hoarse roar of the breakers steel clanged upon steel, and cries of pain and the shout of battle resounded.
"Lead me to your captain, youth," said the conquered knight. "It is fit this butchery should cease."
"Sir," replied Dick, "so far as these brave fellows have a captain, the poor gentleman who here addresses you is he."
"Call off your dogs, then, and I will bid my villains hold," returned the other.
There was something noble both in the voice and manner of his late opponent, and Dick instantly dismissed all fears of treachery.
"Lay down your arms, men!" cried the stranger knight. "I have yielded me, upon promise of life."
The tone of the stranger was one of absolute command, and almost instantly the din and confusion of the mellay ceased.
"Lawless," cried Dick, "are ye safe?"
"Ay," cried Lawless, "safe and hearty."
"Light me the lantern," said Dick.
