But if you've two or three hundred to pay for my soiling the shoulders of your shirt, I'm willing to let the odds stand so." He smiled at me simply--I swear almost winningly, such was the quality of the man.
"I like you," he said simply.

"If all the men of this country resembled you, all the world could not beat it." I was stripped by this time myself, and so, without pausing to consider the propriety on either side of our meeting in this sudden encounter in a public street, we went at it as though we had made a rendezvous there for that express purpose, with no more hesitation and no more fitness than two game cocks which might fall fighting in a church in case they met there.
Orme came to me with no hurry and no anxiety, light on his feet as a skilled fencer.

As he passed he struck for my shoulder, and his grip, although it did not hold, was like the cutting of a hawk's talons.

He branded me red with his fingers wherever he touched me, although the stroke of his hand was half tentative rather than aggressive.

I went to him with head low, and he caught me at the back of the neck with a stroke like that of a smiting bar; but I flung him off, and so we stepped about, hands extended, waiting for a hold.