He was like a feudal lord dispensing justice in the open air before all his retainers.
"Kaintock," he called in a loud voice, "since you are so expert with the sword, we give you another chance to display your skill.

Defend yourself from this champion." Again the approving shout of the mob arose, and Paul looked across the ring, where the swordsman had come forth.
The man was of great size, and his whole appearance reminded Paul of the ancient gladiators of whom he had read.

He seemed to be a West Indian of Spanish descent, very dark and with immense shoulders.

He wore a red shirt, which added to his strange and savage appearance.

He carried in his hand a long sword, much longer than Paul's and when he faced the lad he suddenly grasped the hilt of his weapon in both hands and twirled it about until it made a glittering circle.