Hassan fought with head and fists and feet, Stephen with fists alone.

Dodging his opponent's rushes, he gave it to him as he passed, and soon his coolness and silence began to tell.

Once he was knocked over by a hooked one under the jaw, but in the next round he sent the Arab literally flying head over heels.

Oh! how those Zulus cheered, and I, too, danced with delight.

Up Hassan came again, spitting out several teeth and, adopting new tactics, grabbed Stephen round the middle.