"Hark you, Chicot!" screamed out Tagrag,
"next time look to your head!" And next time, sure enough, each aimed at
the head of the other.
Tagrag's spear hit the right place; for it carried off the Baron's
helmet, plume, rose-wreath and all; but his Excellency hit truer
still--his lance took Tagrag on the neck, and sent him to the ground
like a stone.
"He's won! he's won!" says Jemmy, waving her handkerchief; Jemimarann
fainted, Lady Blanche screamed, and I felt so sick that I thought I
should drop. All the company were in an uproar: only the Baron looked
calm, and bowed very gracefully, and kissed his hand to Jemmy; when,
all of a sudden, a Jewish-looking man springing over the barrier, and
followed by three more, rushed towards the Baron. "Keep the gate, Bob!"
he holloas out. "Baron, I arrest you, at the suit of Samuel Levison,
for--"
But he never said for what; shouting out, "Aha!" and "Sapprrrristie!"
and I don't know what, his Excellency drew his sword, dug his spurs into
his horse, and was over the poor bailiff, and off before another word.
He had threatened to run through one of the bailiff's followers, Mr.
Stubbs, only that gentleman made way for him; and when we took up the
bailiff, and brought him round by the aid of a little brandy-and-water,
he told us all.
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