His mouth was set, but in a half smile; his eye was bright; and his demeanour rather that of a lad fencing with buttoned foils than that of one contending for his life against a formidable foe.
Now thoroughly aware of his opponent's strength and tactics, Rupert began to press the attack, and foot by foot drove his opponent back to the spot at which the combat had commenced.

Then, after a fierce rally, he gave an opening; the German lunged, Rupert threw back his body with the rapidity of lightning, lunging also as he did so.

His opponent's sword grazed his cheek as it passed, while his own ran through the German's body until the hilt struck it.

Muller fell without a word, an inert mass; and the surgeon running up, pronounced that life was already extinct.
The crowd of spectators now flocked down, the English with difficulty repressing their exclamations of delight, and congratulated Rupert on the result, which to them appeared almost miraculous; while the senior German officer present came up to him, and said: "Although Captain Muller was a countryman of mine, sir, I rejoice in the unexpected result of this duel.

It has rid our army of a man who was a scourge to it." Plasters and bandages were now applied to Rupert's wounds; and in a few minutes the whole party had left the valley, one German orderly alone remaining to watch the body of the dead duellist until a party could be sent out to convey it to the town for burial..