You shook me up," he admitted, "but I don't see any sign of your ability to carry me to that Yankee colonel, as you boasted you would do." "But I'm going to do it." The rain increased and washed the blood from both their faces.

It was dark within the ravine, but they had been face to face so long that they could read the eyes of each other.

Those of Woodville like those of Dick ceased to express great anger.

In the mind of each was growing a respect for his antagonist.

The will to conquer remained, but not the desire to hate.
"If you're going to do it, then why don't you ?" said Woodville.
Dick moved slowly forward, still watching the eyes of the Mississippian.
He believed now that Woodville, agile and alert though he might be, had not fully recovered his strength.