It was a disconcerting thing for him, but he rallied instantly and sprang aside, taking a new position just in time to face Father Beret again.

A chill crept up his back.

The horror which he could not shake off enraged him beyond measure.

Gathering fresh energy, he renewed the assault with desperate steadiness the highest product of absolutely molten fury.
Father Beret felt the dangerous access of power in his antagonist's arm, and knew that a crisis had arrived.

He could not be careless now.
Here was a swordsman of the best school calling upon him for all the skill and strength and cunning that he could command.