When he saw that Marsden was growing breathless from his exertions, he again took the offensive, and at last landed a blow fairly on his opponent's helm.
"By my faith," the squire said, with a laugh that had nevertheless a little mortification in it, "I would as soon fight with a wildcat; and yet your breath scarce comes fast, while I have not as much left in me as would fill an eggshell." "It was an excellent display," Allonby said.
"Truly, lad, your activity is wonderful, and you might well puzzle the oldest swordsman, by such tactics.

Marsden did exceedingly well, too.
Many times I thought that your sword would have gone home, but up to the last, his guard was always ready in time.

As for yourself, we had scarce the opportunity of seeing how your sword would guard your head, for you trusted always to your legs, rather than your arms.
"Well, lad, you will do.

Your arm is like iron, or it would have tired long before, with that sword, which is a little over heavy for you.

As to your wind, you would tire out the stoutest swordsman in the Percys' train.