Then he sought to spring away, but Dick, although staggered, swung heavily and struck Woodville on the forehead.

The Mississippian went down full length on the slippery grass but jumped to his feet in an instant.

Blood was flowing from his forehead, whence it ran down his nose and fell to the earth, drop by drop.

Dick himself was bleeding from the cut on his cheek bone.
The two faced each other, cool, smiling, but resolute enemies.
"First knockdown for you," said Woodville, "but I mean that the second shall be mine." "Go in and try." But Woodville drew back a little, and as Dick followed, looking for an opening he was caught again a heavy clip on the side of the head.

He saw stars and was not able to return the blow, but he sprang back and protected himself once more with his full guard, while he regained his balance and strength.
"Am I a firebug ?" asked Woodville tauntingly.
Dick considered.