Haredale, I have always despised you, as you know, but I have given you credit for a species of brute courage.

For the honour of my judgment, which I had thought a good one, I am sorry to find you a coward.' Not another word was spoken on either side.

They crossed swords, though it was now quite dusk, and attacked each other fiercely.

They were well matched, and each was thoroughly skilled in the management of his weapon.
After a few seconds they grew hotter and more furious, and pressing on each other inflicted and received several slight wounds.

It was directly after receiving one of these in his arm, that Mr Haredale, making a keener thrust as he felt the warm blood spirting out, plunged his sword through his opponent's body to the hilt.
Their eyes met, and were on each other as he drew it out.