But instead the only thing he did was to get behind him and kick him with his foot until he also rose.

Thereat some laughed, but others, who had bets upon their champion, groaned.
Now the Swiss, having lost his shield in his fall, rushed at Dick, grasping his axe with both hands.

As before, the Englishman avoided the blow, but for the first time he struck back, catching the giant on the shoulder though not very heavily.

Then with a shout of "St.George and England!" he went in at him.
Hither and thither sprang Dick, now out of reach of the axe of the Swiss and now beneath his guard.

But ever as he sprang he delivered blow upon blow, each harder than the last, till there appeared scars and rents in the fine white mail.