Calumet advanced a step to meet him.

His right fist shot out again; it caught Taggart fairly in the mouth and he sank down once more.

He landed as before, on his hands and knees, and for an instant he stayed in that position, his head hanging between his arms and swaying limply from side to side.
Then with an inarticulate grunt he plunged forward and lay face downward in the sand.
Calumet stood watching him.

He felt Betty's hand on his arm, laid there restrainingly, but he shook her viciously off, telling her to "mind her own business." Malcolm had come forward; he stood behind Betty.

Dade had not moved, though a savage satisfaction had come into his eyes.