A gulp, a sigh, a half groan now and again came from their parted lips.
White Calf pursued his rapid tactics for some moments, and a dozen times sped a blow which still fell short.

He gained confidence, and edged closer in.

He feinted and sprang from side to side, but gained little ground.

His people saw his purpose, and murmurs of approval urged him on.

It seemed that in a moment he must land the fatal blow upon his apparently half-stupefied opponent.