Nevertheless, he repeated his cry: "It's murder! He's only a boy!" The rapid interchange of thrust and parry followed, and the swordsman grew angry.

He was there not only to furnish sport, but to have it also for himself.

He did not like to be held back by one over whom he had thought victory so easy.

Suddenly he exerted his full strength and broke through Paul's guard.

The lad felt his left shoulder and arm seared as if by a great flame, and, with a cry that he could not repress, he dropped back.
The swordsman, too, stepped back, sure now of his triumph.