The flash of action gleamed from his eyes.
He threw back his arm and aimed a tremendous, lightning-like blow at Jimmie's face.

His foot swung a step forward and the weight of his body was behind his fist.

Jimmie ducked his head, Bowery-like, with the quickness of a cat.

The fierce, answering blows of him and his ally crushed on Pete's bowed head.
The quiet stranger vanished.
The arms of the combatants whirled in the air like flails.

The faces of the men, at first flushed to flame-colored anger, now began to fade to the pallor of warriors in the blood and heat of a battle.