I could not keep track of the weapons, but I could see that the youngster was holding his own amazingly well.

Neither was touched the first bout.
"Two minutes," murmured the old rascal at my side.

"It will be over this time." "You seem to have a good deal of confidence in your young man," said I.
"There is not a finer swords--swordsman in the kingdom, or on the continent, for that matter.

There! they are at it again." Step by step the lieutenant gave ground; the clashing had stopped; it was needle-like work now.

Gradually they began to turn around.