The men who used them were fierce, and powerful, and cruel.

In a moment a furious contest took place.

The four men immediately grappled, each one attempting to wrest the gun from his antagonist.

Raymond, whose passions were now roused so as to resemble the ravenous fury of madness itself, at one time howled like a beast of prey, and shouted, and screamed, and laughed with maniac wildness that was enough to make almost any heart quail.

His eyes blazed, his figure dilated, his muscles stood out, his mouth was white with froth, and his eyebrows were knit into a deep and deadly scowl.
Altogether his appearance was frightful and appalling.
Harman was still better matched, and the struggle with his foe was for some time doubtful enough, the latter being one of the strongest and most resolute men in the whole parish.