He saw and understood the challenge, and he counted nothing further.

With one swift upheaval of his giant body, he shook off restraining hands and sprang forward.

He stripped off his own light upper garment, and stood as naked and more colossal than his foe.

Weapon of his own he had none, nor cared for any.

More primitive even than his antagonist, he sought for nothing letter than the first weapon of primeval man, a club, which should extend the sweep of his own arm.