Although he felt that incessant pain and swelling in his left ear, his resolution to win was unshaken.

Pride was now added to his other motives.
He took a step forward, feinted, parried skillfully, and then stepped back.

Woodville, always agile as a panther, followed him and swung for the chin, but Dick, swerving slightly to one side, landed with great force on Woodville's jaw.

The young Mississippian fell, but, while Dick stood looking at him, he sprang to his feet and faced his foe defiantly.
The blood was running down his cheek and dyeing the whole side of his face.

But Dick saw the spirit in his eye and knew that he was far from conquered.
Woodville smiled and threw back his long hair from his face.
"A good one for you.