present case, however, he did not use his skill to advantage; for having lost temper at the cool and contemptuous manner in which the Master of Ravenswood had long refused, and at length granted him satisfaction, and urged by his impatience, he adopted the part of an assailant with inconsiderate eagerness. The Master, with equal skill, and much greater composure, remained chiefly on the defensive, and even declined to avail himself of one or two advantages afforded him by the eagerness of his adversary. At length, in a desperate lounge, which he followed with an attempt to close, Bucklaw's foot slipped, and he fell on the short grassy turf on which they were righting. "Take your life, sir," said the Master of Ravenswood, "and mend it, if you can."
"It would be but a cobbled piece of work, I fear," said Bucklaw, rising slowly and gathering up his sword, much less disconcerted with the issue of the combat than
