"That young dog shall go down," said he.

"I know him.

He is the one who rode first yesterday." And as this passed through his mind, he rode straight at him, with his sword hand upon his left shoulder.

He came full against him in a moment, and as the man held up his gun to guard himself, his cut descended, so full and hard that it shore through the gunbarrel as through a stick, and ere he could bring his hand to his cheek, his opponent had grappled him, and the two rolled off their horses together, locked in a deadly embrace.
Then began an awful and deadly fight between these two young fellows.
Sam's sword had gone from his hand in the fall, and he was defenceless, save by such splendid physical powers as he had by nature.

But his adversary, though perhaps a little lighter, was a terrible enemy, and fought with the strength and litheness of a leopard.