The blood ran upon rich uniform or stained rough cloth and leather.

It was a fight as if between a lioness and a tigress, their dead cubs near-by.
As most men in the navy knew, Captain Vince was a most dangerous swordsman.

In duel or in warfare, no man yet had been able to stand before him.

With skilled arm and eye and with every muscle of his body trained, his sword sought a vital spot in his opponent.

There was no thought now in the mind of Vince about disarming the pirate and taking him prisoner; this terrible wild beast, this hairy monster must be killed or he himself must die.