With the knife still held in his left hand, he hesitated whether to join again in the encounter, or himself to guard against the attack of a foe so proof to injury.

He half turned and gave back for a pace.
The man pursued by a foe looks about him quickly for that weapon nearest to his own hand.

The dread of steel drove Juan to bethink himself of a weapon.

He saw it at his feet, and again he roared like an angry bull, his courage and his purpose alike unchanged.

He stooped and clutched the broken war axe, grasping the stone head in the palm of his great hand, the jagged and ironlike shaft projecting from between his ringers like the blade of a dagger.