"That great brute and--" Red-head darted forward, a blue clad arm flicked out.

She almost heard and felt the jar of that astonishing shock which halted Goliath in his tracks with one foot raised.

He wobbled an instant, then his great knees bent, and dropping inert on his face the dust spurted like steam under the impact.
The crowd now washed in from every side to lift him up and revive him with canteens of water, yet they were quite jovial in the midst of their work of mercy and Marianne gathered that the fall of Goliath was not altogether unwelcome to the townsmen.

She saw the bulky figure raised to a sitting posture, saw a dull-eyed face, bloody about the mouth, and looked away hastily towards the red-headed victor.
He was in the act of picking the torn fragments of his sombrero from the dust.

It had probably come in contact with the giant's spurs as they wrestled, for the crown was literally ripped to tatters.