To Hamon, Martel represented the grievous shadow on Rachel Carre's life.

To Martel, Hamon represented Sercq and all the contumely that had been heaped upon him there.
Their faces were set like rocks.

Their teeth were clenched.

They breathed hard and quick--through their noses at first, but presently, and of necessity, in short sharp gasps from the chest.
It was a great fight, with none to see it but the placid moon, and so strong was her light that there seemed to be four men fighting, two above and two below.

And at times they all merged into a writhing confusion of fierce pantings and snortings as of wild beasts, but for the most part they fought in grim silence, broken only by the whistle of the wind through their swollen lips, the light thud of their feet on the trampled ground, and the grisly sound of fist on flesh.