But his keen eyes flitted to Snake le Vasquez.
"Now, curse you, viper that you are, you shall fight me, by heaven! in American fashion, man to man, for, foul though you be, I hesitate to put a bullet through your craven heart." The beautiful girl shivered with new apprehension, the eyes of Snake le Vasquez glittered with new hope.

He faced his steely eyed opponent for an instant only, then with a snarl like that of an angry beast sprang upon him.

Benson met the cowardly attack with the flash of a powerful fist, and the outlaw fell to the floor with a hoarse cry of rage and pain.

But he was quickly upon his feet again, muttering curses, and again he attacked his grim-faced antagonist.

Quick blows rained upon his defenseless face, for the strong, silent man was now fairly aroused.