But Paul was yet unafraid.
Although not as large and powerful as Henry, he was nevertheless a very strong youth, used to the open air and exercise, and wonderfully flexible and alert.

He held the sword lightly but firmly with the point well forward, ready for any movement by his antagonist.
Alvarez came a step nearer.

His sword flashed, but Paul dextrously caught the stroke upon his own weapon, and the blade glanced off, ringing.
Alvarez was surprised.

He had seen from Paul's position and the manner in which he held his weapon that he knew something about the sword, but he was not prepared for such a skillful parry.
"Good, Paul! Good!" cried Long Jim, a sudden hope bounding up in his heart.

"Go in! Trim him! Slice off his mustache for him!" Alvarez was stung by the taunt.