Harry was a powerful youth, much stronger than many men, and, at that instant, the spirit and strength of his great ancestor were pouring into his veins.

The treacherous attempt upon his life filled him with rage.
He was, in very truth, the forest runner of the earlier century, and he strove with all his great might to slay his enemy.
Skelly, six feet two inches tall and two hundred pounds of muscle and sinew, struck the boy fiercely on the side of the head, but the terrible grasp was still at his throat.

He was the larger and the stronger, but the sudden leap upon him gave his younger and smaller antagonist an advantage.

He had a pistol in his belt, but with that throttling grip upon his throat he forgot it.

The hunter had suddenly become the hunted.