The full moon was just showing red and sleepy-looking, but she would be white and wide awake in a few minutes.

The grass was thick with dew, and there was not a sound save the growl of the surf on the rocks below.
Through a gap in the hedge Hamon led the way towards Longue Pointe.
"Here!" he said, as they came on a level piece, and rolled up the sleeves of his guernsey.

"Put away your knife;" and Martel, with a curse at the implication, drew it from its sheath at his back and flung it among the bracken.
Then, without a word, they tackled one another.

No gripping now, but hard fell blows straight from the shoulder, warded when possible, or taken in grim silence.

They fought, not as men fight in battle,--for general principles and with but dim understanding of the rights and wrongs of the matter; but with the bitter intensity born of personal wrongs and the desire for personal vengeance.