He was conscious only of a mighty crash, of falling bodies, sweeping sabers, that terrible neigh again of wounded horses, of sun-tanned faces, and of fierce eyes staring into his own, and then, as the red mist thinned a little, he became conscious that someone just before him was slashing at him with a long, keen blade.
He bent yet lower, and the sword passed over him, but as he rose a little he cut back.

His edge touched only the air, but he uttered a gasp of horror as he saw Harry Kenton directly before him, and knew that they had been striking at each other.

He saw, too, the appalled look in Harry's eyes, who at the same time had recognized his opponent, and then, in the turmoil of battle, other horsemen drove in between.
That shiver of horror swept over Dick once more, and then came relief.
The charging horsemen had separated them in time, and he did not think it likely that the chances of battle would bring Harry and him face to face more than once.

Then the red blur enclosed everything and he was warding off the saber strokes of another man.

The air was yet filled with the noise of shouting men, and neighing horses, of heavy falls and the ring of steel on steel.